Immie woke with a start from a horrible dream, to find Oddy's nose bumping into her face. Funny that, she thought. Her dream had been about noses. Pondering the psychological and sub-conscious theories that caused us to have dreams, Immie experienced and exceptionally vivid dream flashback. It had been about Sir Guy of Gisborne's nose. It was a rather long specimen, beautiful in its own way, but it had escaped from his face, and he had had to run around after it, trying to get it back before Voldemort forced him to join his hordes of nose-less Death Eaters. They were a little known species, the nose-less Death Eaters-Voldemort had created them when he used Muggle medicine to combine his and Nagini's genes. Crude, but effective, he'd had to admit. But back to the dream.
So, Guy had been chasing his nose for a while, running round in circles round his bedchamber, getting close but never quite catching it (noses can be crafty little buggers when they want to be), when it escaped and ran to the forest. Now, here Guy got caught up for a while as he got involved in a fight with Robin Hood. (Over Marian. Bloody women.) And by the time the two of them had given up, the nose was nowhere to be seen.
Little did Guy know that it had caught the scent of Immie, and was now chasing her. Immie was pretty damn scared, because, although she was clearly awesome and extremely powerful, she had never come across a nemesis nose before. It frightened her, because she knew when it caught up it was going to try its crafty nose tricks in order to capture her, and take her back to the land of the noses to be sniffed at for the rest of eternity (because she smelled so sexy). That was no life. So she kept on running and running until...she tripped over something. That was wrong. Immie never tripped in dreams. It was a principle. Then she was hoisted up in the air by her legs, and she realised, it was the bloody contraption-trap-thingymajig that Robin had set up to stop intruders from finding his camp. Stupid idea, really. I mean, surely you're more likely to remember a place when you get hoisted up the air, the ground coming away from your feet. I mean, that's not the kind of thing you're going to forget in a hurry. But anyway. Immie blamed Marian. Stupid, bitchy, idiot Marian. She didn't know why. But she could kill her, right now. Then she remembered that Marian was already dead, and shook that only very slightly random thought from her head.
"What have we got here, then, lads?" Robin shouted in his irritatingly cocksure way, Kate clutching to him in an annoyingly clingy way. What business did he have in being so cheerful, anyway, wasn't he meant to be mourning over Marian? Immie snorted at him in a derisive fashion, and then proceeded to glare at him in as dignified and angry as she could in such an undignified position. He raised his eyebrows, then continued to raise them even further as his nose seemed to climb his face. WTF? thought Immie I don't remember his nose being that long! Then she realised, it was Guy's nose! She was beginning to feel woozy after hanging upside down in a tree with blood rushing to her head...the nose jumped onto her face...then she had woken up.
"NAHA!" Immie yelled. The dream had just repeated on her, and she didn't like it one little bit.