Even though she could not see, Jane knew where she was. She reached forward her hands to grasp the block. She kept reaching, reaching. When she felt nothing beneath her fingertips, she began to come undone.

"Where is it? What shall I do? Where is it?" Jane almost wept in her upset. Then a pair of hands took her own and guided her forward. She gave a sigh of relief to feel the wood beneath her hands. Leaning forward, she said softly,

"Lord, into thy hands I commend my spirit." But her calm fell away when Jane realized where she was, and what was happening.

"No! I don't want to die! No! Not like Mummy! Please!" The axe was falling, she knew. Still she wept, "Please!"

"Jane! Jane!" The hands were back, but this time she could almost see them.

"Lumos," she said, and a small light banished the darkness. For a moment, she was confused by the face in front of hers. Then she relaxed.

"Jane, are you all right?" Severus asked gently. Jane did not answer. Was she all right? What was that dream about? Why did she have it so often?

"Jane?" Severus repeated, taking her face into his hands. The hands. . . the ones that helped her find the block. Why had she gone to it so willingly?

"Jane, answer me."

"What?" she asked, coming out of her confused thoughts to register his voice.

"You called out in your sleep. What was it you were dreaming about?"

"Jane," she said, thinking back. She was Jane, and she was not Jane. What did she call herself then? Lady Jady. . . that had been Lady Jane- whoever she was.

"You are Jane," Snape told her in irritation. Jane looked at him, having forgotten he was there again.

"I am," she agreed. "But she wasn't."

"What does that mean?" he demanded.

"I'm not sure. I don't have the words," Jane said with regret. Maybe there were not any words for that. Maybe she was. . . what was it? Crazy?