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She rests easily... Or rather, as easily as possible. The sounds of whistling and gardening fade into the background.

[i]I feel charming![/i] *Snip!* [i]Oh so charming![/i] *Snip!* [i]It's alarming, how charming I feel![/i] *Snip!*

Dreams come slowly, but they are fast, blurred, nonsensical. Something cold touches her shoulder. Right next to her, A familiar head frozen in the spherical, faceless orb on top of a glass body. The glass is clouded by slight redness. He seems to be missing an eye, various other holes have been added in. Perhaps as an artistic measure?

The whistling stops abruptly.

"Are you feeling quite alright up there, love?" Says a voice remarkably similar to Eric Idle's. "You should come down! It's lovely weather out here!"