She was walking through a dark forest making no sound. There was no light, the forest was so thick that not even moonlight could reach between the eaves and branches of the great trees. Dry leaves littered the ground around Tate, and splinters of wood pierced her feet. She came to a clearing where small shafts of light could peek through the thinning branches. Ahead of her a dark mass loomed, and small pinpricks of yellow light came through planks of rough wood. The moonlight shifted and she could just make out a door in the dark mass. She stepped towards the house, but this time her footsteps crunched in the dried leaves. She had the strangest yearning to walk up to the house and open the door, but her brain told her not to. Suddenly, a gut piercing howl shattered the eerie silence of the forest, and Tate experienced a terrible pain. Her eyes flashed open and she sat bolt upright in her bed. It had just been a dream. She stared out the window in her nook and thought I hope Ramira is okay. She laid back down, stroking the fur of Poppy, who was somehow still sleepin on her chest. She stared at the painted domed ceiling of her nook and got lost in the face of the woman that was placating a unicorn.