The morning sun flooded the room, white and plain, but somehow warm. There was a homey feeling to this place-so comforting and known. She kept her eyes closed a little longer, stretched herself slowly and rolled quietly on her side. Her fingers searched until they found the hand they were looking for, and she laced her hand with the other. Pieces of a puzzle that fit so well together.

She opened her eyes slowly and smiled. It was nice to watch her sleep, she always seemed to smile a little like her dreams were perpetually sweet. Delia wanted to run her fingers through the fluffy golden waves of Misty's hair, but it would ruin the moment. She'd wake up and it would all be over, but she inched a bit closer, drinking in the smell of her-like earth and rain.

At last her eyes fluttered open, steely blue and tired, but lovely as always. "What are you looking at?" she asked softly, still sleepy.

Delia considered telling her about what it was when she slept that was so gratifying to watch. So lovely and pure, like watching a child sleep. But she said nothing. She wanted to keep it private. A special part of Misty that no one need know about. "Nothing," she whispered, kissing her gently.

"Cordelia?" The voice seemed so distant. The girls knew better than to disturb her...

Her focus returned to Misty, suddenly looking desperate. "Please don't go," she begged.

"Go? I'm not going anywhere. Where would I go?"

"Don't leave me!" She was shrieking, her grip on Delia's hand so tight it almost hurt.

"I'm not leaving, come here..." She tried to pull Misty closer, but the force of her hand on Misty's back seemed to cause her to crumble. "No...NO!"

"Please, I need you, don't leave me!" Misty was grabbing for her as if her life depended on it.

"Stay with me, stay with me, come on!" She was turning to ash again.

"Cordelia!" There was a knock on the door.

"Help me!" Misty gave an awful, painful shriek before the rest of her faded into dust.

Delia jarred awake, sweating, panting. She looked to the space beside her, empty now, and tore back the blankets, searching for some trace of Misty, but there was none to be found. Her heart beat a little faster. There was another knock on the door.

"Cordelia!" Queenie. It was only Queenie. She stood and slipped into the white silk robe at the foot of the bed before answering the door.

"Shit, you don't look so good," Queenie observed when Delia finally opened the door. "You missed breakfast."

She had a feeling Queenie didn't come up to wake her over breakfast. "I'll be down in a moment. I need to get dressed."

"Are...are you alright?" Queenie hesitated. "You were screaming."

Delia's cheeks flushed. "I..."

"It's Misty. Isn't it?" Queenie asked, again hesitant. She avoided too much eye contact.

Rather than lie, she sighed and quietly nodded. "Yes." She felt like a child again, embarrassed. She hugged herself tightly trying to squeeze out her insecurities as if she were only a wet rag.

"You shouldn't blame yourself for that. There's nothing anyone could've done. We all knew what we were getting into."

"She didn't want it." Cordelia said after a moment, her eyes searched the floor. "During the Sacred Taking... She said she didn't want it. I suspect she never did. Why did we force her?" She turned into the room on the verge of tears, unwilling to let Queenie see her cry.

"It's not your fault. I think she could've done it. Made it back. But she didn't know what she was getting herself into. None of us did, I think."

Delia sighed, suddenly exhausted by the topic. "I'll be down in a minute. Please gather the rest of the coven in the sitting room."

Queenie paused at the door, watching Cordelia move toward the window before she closed the door and returned to the first floor to organize the members of their coven.

But in truth, Cordelia's heart was aching. Because she had a chance to save Misty, to teach her, to be with her. But that opportunity was gone. She didn't share it with Zoe or with Queenie, but she knew what had happened.

Misty Day was trapped in hell. And the Supreme was going to have to get her out.