Morgan came to conscious quite slowly.  She had dreamt a most vivid dream of running and hiding.  It had felt very real, Morgan was sure she could repeat every little detail of her dream if need-be, not that she would of course, it was just weird that she could remember her dream in such detail.

Morgan opened her eyes and immediately noticed that the ceiling was not the normal one she woke to every morning.   The ceiling she looked at now was beige with swirls engraved in it and was a lot higher than normal, then she noticed that the bed she was sleeping on was of a different texture than her own, this bed was a lot softer, and warmer Morgan added after a moments contemplation. 

She gasped then sat up with a bolt.  The whole room was different; it was a lot larger and gold! It was decorated almost in a classic manner; what looked like oak cabinets, with gold rims and decorations that glittered with what Morgan described to herself as pure wealth.  A humongous mirror was hung up along one wall but even that was decorated with gold patterns all around it.  It was like a classical movie set, only a lot more real because Morgan could actually touch it!  How did I get here? Morgan thought in wonderment, she surely wasn't still dreaming, although she pinched herself just to be sure, then again, because she still didn't believe this was real.  What if her dream had been real?  That still didn't account for how she managed to get into this room, because in that dream (was it a dream?) she had gone to bed in a room different to this one.  The other room had been smaller, with fresh colours lining the walls and floors and a single window that had looked out onto the road.  Surely Poppy and James had not moved her without her knowing?  That idea seemed very unlikely, Ok, so maybe a trusted them a little too much, Morgan thought dazedly. Even though Poppy had helped her, that did not mean she should have slept there.  Morgan then went on to berate herself silently about trusting people she didn't know and especially about talking to them in such a manner as Morgan remembered she did.  I told them about my dreams, about my Grandma, about looking for my soulmate!!!  OK, it was official, Morgan was in trouble.

On that cue the double doors to the room opened and in walked the most beautiful creature Morgan had ever seen.  She definitely wasn't human, not with those looks or that grace.  She had long blonde hair that bounced slightly as she walked; she was of medium height but moved with a deadly elegance that simply could not be ignored.  It was like she had cheerleader's looks, but was stuck on a panther's body. 

Morgan would have got scared except the girl had a friendly smile that didn't seem at all fake, and was carrying a tray with what appeared to be Morgan's breakfast. 

"Oh," the wild face uttered, "you're awake!  I was hoping to surprise you, kindly of course, I think Dagan would kill me if he knew I had done anything horrible to you, but that is Dagan for you, constantly on the lookout for everyone or anything."  Morgan had to blink; the girl had come in and placed the tray on a table by the bed then immediately sat down on the side of Morgan's bed and started to chat as if she were her best friend.  "Oh, here," the girl uttered as she moved the table with the food closer so Morgan could reach the food.  "There I go, bringing in food and drink so that you can have some breakfast, then totally forgetting about it the moment I have set it down.  I suppose I am a little nervous, it is not very often we have new people in our team, or even have guests in our house, being so far away from everything here.  You are very pretty you know and I can already tell you will get on great with Dagan."

"Who is Dagan?" Morgan managed to ask in the pause.

"Who is Dagan?  Oh, my!  I so totally forgot, me being up for hours and the whole house it talking about you two.  That doesn't help you one little bit though does it?  No, Ok so, who is Dagan?  Dagan, oh!  I can't tell you who he is, sorry, he made me solemnly swear not to talk too much about the team just yet, he wants to explain it himself.  He would probably be better at explaining it all anyway, I tend to babble way too much.  He wanted to be the one to come in first thing in the morning and bring you breakfast, but I said no.  Men can not come into a woman's bedroom without specific permission, it is like an unwritten rule, don't you agree?"

"Err, yes, definitely."

"Yes, so I told him that another female should definitely be the one to take in the breakfast for you.  There was some slight argument between us girls, as to who would bring you breakfast, but I got in there first and HERE I AM!  Is it OK by the way?  Bren and Bambi made it, I'm not too much into the whole making of breakfast thing, more of the feeding kind if you know what I mean."

"It's delicious"

"Ooo, good, I will be sure to pass on the message, but I'm sure you will probably see them before me.  I plan on going to bed for a while in a bit, I've been on duty all night and my mind is so set on bed I'm surprised I am not snoring right now here on yours.  Then again, I don't really snore so there we are."

There was a little silence after this and Morgan managed to fit in the one of the questions she had ready:

"Who are you?"

"Oh my god!  I forgot to tell you my name?  That is so lax of me, normally I'm right there at the top with what most people would say and can pretty much detect auras a mile away.  I'm Skye, your humble, yet attentive servant!"

Morgan smiled, this girl seemed so real in what she said it was hard not to slip right into her whole trusting manner again.

"Hello Skye, I'm Morgan."

Skye smiled broadly and gave a small giggle before bouncing to her feet.

"Ok, so you now have your breakfast, I should leave you to get dressed and go and get that much needed beauty sleep I need.  The bathroom is just there," Skye pointed to a door that was right next to the wall-climbing mirror, "and there should be plenty of clothes in the cupboard to choose from, so with that I bid you adieu, until I meet you again in a few hours, lunch probably.  OK, bye!"  With that farewell Skye left Morgan leaving through the doors is the same style she had arrived; graceful.  Morgan laughed herself, who would have thought such an elegant girl would have such a character behind her actions.  So talkative! 

Then Morgan immediately got caught among her own questions, of which there was so many, it was a wonder she did not have a headache.  Why was she here?  How did she get here?  What did they want off her?  Morgan resolved herself to not go overboard, especially when there was nobody present answering her questions, so instead she did as Skye had suggested and finished her breakfast, after-which, she would go into the bathroom then Morgan would find out some answers to her burning questions.