There was a loud rustle close by. Then all was quiet. Lynne decided that maybe she was imagining the footsteps. Maybe it was just an animal that had made the loud rustle. She stepped out and brushed off her clothes. There was mud on her white skirt. Oh well- I guess i'll wash it when I get ho- But then Lynne realised there might not be a getting home. Maybe she would be stuck in this strange dream forever.

Lynne walked over to the spot where she had last heard the rustle. And there was a girl, holding a long and beautiful sword. It was at the ready. Lynne let out a shrill scream. Were there people out there trying to kill her? Then the girl looked at her with her dark, brown eyes.