"What is it?" I asked eagerly. Though the dancers had quickly and elegantly changed partners, I did not notice anything out of the ordinary. "I don't see anything."

"There was a spider web, and I swear to you, it was only visible for a quick second," Frederic promised loyally.

Jessica sighed. "All right, but what can we do with that?"

"I think th-" he began to answer, but was cut off by the bell. Students came pouring out of the doors. The hall was filled with noise and his sentence went unheard. "Listen, let's all meet here after second period, okay?"

"Hey, I've got to go to my room for a while," Jessica said. "See you after break."

I was left there, not knowing what to do. Finally, I decided to go up to my dormitory. After I said the password, the first thing I noticed was how cozy the room was. Someone had lit a fire and it wasn't too warm; a perfect temperature. I snuggled up on the sofa comfortably.

Running wild, sleeping none… now the fun has just begun

Racing through your mind each day… she won't rest until you come to play

If you're lucky you'll figure out what these dreams are all about

Don't expect to live through this; Phenynrics is your last chance at bliss

Running… I couldn't stop… it was scaring me, it wouldn't go away… my legs were growing tired and weak but I knew, I just knew I couldn't stop or I'd die… I'd almost reached the castle; would I be safe there? I hoped that I would but a twinkling voice in the back of my head told me I'd never be safe. The edge of the forest came closer; I'd just reached the light when I tripped.

"No!" I cried as my body hit the ground. Something reached around my ankle and slowly began to drag me back…

"Ginny…" It whispered softly at first, then louder. "Ginny!"

"Ginny!"

I sat straight up. "NO!"

Frederic looked at me oddly.

It was all a dream; it'd seemed so real though… The cold air… The hand grasped tightly around my ankle… It almost felt as if my ankle was still being held onto.

Ignoring Frederic, I rolled up my pants leg and looked down.

The impression of a hand gleamed back at me.