*neclace feels intensely cold to the touch, so cold it burns, and refuses to move from Araby's neck.

[url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PU_s8D6cI9M]The dream around Araby is deathly silent.[/url] She backs up but feels the tree behind her. A long slender arm rasises into her vision. In it's hand, a small porcelain teacup. As it is lifted out of her view, she can hear a sipping sound.*
...join me for tea?...