Unclear, foggy things came to her in pieces. She knew something connected the random shapes and far-away images, but she couldn’t quite divine their meaning before the physical interruption of the outside world pulled her from her dream state. For a brief moment, she thought she recognised those odd shapes. They looked like people, staring at her from far away in both time and distance, and yet she had a terrible feeling of dread that lingered far longer after the details of that particular dream had drifted away like the morning fog of summer. She opened her eyes, yawned. The impossibly heavy fatigue only the gross lack of sleep could bring weighed down upon her. Her legs ached, no doubt due to the awkward, curled-up position within her seat she had taken on in order to get comfortable. “What’s going on?” Petal said, her words weary and slow. “How long’ve I been out?” “About four hours,”
