This place was hell on Earth. Light was scarce and glinted from the torches that were bolted

to the cold, stone walls. Ill-scented water dripped through the ceiling from the moat the

circled the palace above. Large, flea coated rats scurried across the ground and fought over

what little food they could find. In the darkness was a figure. Possibly one belonging to a

woman. Wrists and ankles encased in shackles bolted to the floor. Suddenly, her head snaps

up. Eyes filled with pain and maybe something more; hope.


Quinn's eyes fluttered open, her lungs gasping for air. She lay still waiting for the effects of

her nightmare to ware off. For weeks, the hurt filled eyes of a mysterious woman have

haunted her dreams. She's not sure why the nightmare continues to unsettle her; playing it

back in her mind, there isn't anything that she would label as "scary".

"You're losing it, Fabray", she mumbled to herself before dozing back off to the land of

dreams. It's easier for her to assume she's going insane rather than over analyze her

nightmare but little does she know, across town there is a pint sized diva who is going

through the same exact ordeal.