The finger's of the devil's consort slid back and forth in the anonymous crevice. It reminded her of snakeskin and her mother's pearls. The grunts filled her skull with an aching for simple pleasures. She raised a goblet made from metal and a monkey's paw and proceeded to drink the wine therein. Some drops fell to the floor and tiny dimensions sprang forth from the liquid spots. They were quickly dismissed with a careless flick of the wrist because there were not called for today. There are far more pressing matters that need attending to. For the first time in their new existence, the dimensions felt the brevity and callousness of life. Within one dimension was a crystal ball. Inside that crystal ball was a snow globe depicting a calm and tranquil forest on the border of destruction. In that forest was a comely maiden and in that comely maiden's eye was an altogether new dimension, bringing it full circle and thus negating all things.

Despite this, the redhead and her fingers still remained, as dimensions are tricky things and are prone to throw one of the course of logic and reason. They wore taffeta and raised a toast to each others' health but the gesture was trite and insincere.

"My father never taught me how to dance," said the witch.

"I never cared for dancing," said the second as she raised herself from the stony pillar across which she had been laid, freeing herself from the other's ministrations with a heady cocktail of relief and regret.