Her dreams were dark and devoid of anything material. It was merely black mist, swirling in the nothingness, and the seductive whispers of souls long since damned to oblivion.

After what seemed like an eternity, the voices were drowned out by Mula's motoring purr and she slowly opened her eyes. The air felt calmer, the earlier turmoil had receded completely, a fact that enabled her to relax. She moved her hand to stroke Mula's neck, taking comfort in the fact that the sweet creature, like Wan, didn't reject her. Then she sat up, letting the blanket fall from her shoulders.

"Wan?" she asked looking toward him, "Are you ok now?"