The dream comes naturally, like it does every night. The cool night air blows through the window and Sara stirs in her sleep. Her eyelids flutter as she floats into a memory…

She stands in the entrance of a fancy ballroom. All around her are masked faces. She looks down, puzzled, and sees that she is dressed in a lavish white gown that hugs her figure. Her hands are gloved past her elbows and there is a light scent of lavender in the air. She breathes deeply, closes her eyes, and senses him near. She would know his presence anywhere, her goblin king. She smiles softly as her hand extends, only to be grasped tightly by him. She opens her eyes slowly, trying to calm her racing heart. She sees only a mask but those eyes… Those eyes can be so cruel but when they're staring at her, she feels a million sensations but none of them are fear. He wouldn't hurt her. His existence was as tied to her as hers was to him. He pulls her close so their bodies are touching. A warm sensation starts in her core and spreads as he magically glides her through the mass of people. One hand is placed at the small of her back, holding her tightly to him. The other snakes itself around the base of her throat as they stop moving. His eyes venture across her face, staring deeply in her eyes one moment then drifting to her lips the other. Her breath hitches in her throat and her mouth opens slightly. He seizes her mouth delicately at first, then more forceful as the intensity builds. Her breath is coming in short, sweet gasps as she presses herself to him. His hand that was once behind her neck is now fisted in her hair, holding her face to his. A soft whimper grows from within and he sighs. Breaking the kiss, he looks at Sara through hooded eyes and says, "Soon, my love. Soon."

Sara wakes in a cold sweat, breathing heavily. She places a hand over her chest, feeling the heart pounding underneath. It's been months since the 'incident'; she should have moved on by now. Every cell in her being knows that he is evil incarnate but those eyes… She shakes off the memory/dream and climbs out of bed, stepping on a baby toy. "Toby," she sighs, as she bends over to pick it up.

Ever since that fateful night when she begged the goblin king to take her child far from her, she's had a slightly different relationship with Toby. Yes, she still slightly resented him for taking everything from her but never again would she wish him away.

She crosses the hallway to his room, cracks open the door, and is greeted with a sloppy grin. She smiles softly to herself and walks over to his crib.

"Good morning, Toby," she says as she picks him up. He coos at her and gives her a wet kiss on her cheek. Laughing, she wipes the infant's drool away.