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[img]https://s30.postimg.org/8uoso7135/virginia.gif[/img][hr][color=9999ff]Location:[/color] the Wyndham Estate[/center][hr][hr]Virginia stood as her dear friend described her harrowing nightmare. She knew very well of her friend's darkest fear, the horrendous death that consumption can bring on. It struck her as curious initially that Millicent's nightmare had little to do with the Soulless threat, but thinking back to her own vision, it made all the more sense. Perhaps something that fed off of fear was lurking in the shadows of London. The thought was as horrifying as it was exhilarating. Yet it was problematic as to the safety and wellbeing of her dear friend. 

[color=9999ff]"Yes, it would appear to be necessary to attend the event,"[/color] Virginia mused, reflecting on the dream that Millicent had recounted to her. [color=9999ff]"Perhaps it would also be wise to contact someone trained in dreams, if such a person is present in London."[/color]

If dreams posed more of a meaning, Virginia expected that the advice of an expert would be a welcome asset. There was little luck in fighting forces that they did not understand, a primary lesson as to why the Brits delegated certain tasks to those of certain skill sets. If they were to avoid a travesty similar to that of Flitwick Manor, preparation would be key. The Soulless appeared to be returning to a strength they had not known in ages, Virginia observed. It was most bizarre and unexpected. 

[color=9999ff]"While the words are prone to overuse, my dear friend, I do believe a storm is coming,"[/color] Virginia mused. [color=9999ff]"And we must be ready when it does."[/color]