It was dark. No matter what way she turned Minerva couldn't see a thing. But she could feel something soft around her right hand. Something smooth moved across her head. There was talking somewhere, but where. It was Albus. She wanted to cry at what he was saying. She wanted to tell him it wasn't his fault. But she couldn't. Minerva tried to move towards the sound of his voice, but each step she took seemed as though her feet were weighted down with concrete. 'Don't do anything stupid Albus' She thought to herself.