[i]Drink me until you're full of me.[/i]

Once upon a time, she would have given anything for that. Let something, anything, fill her up, ease her mind, bring her nothingness.. Plant her under a tree, bury her deep, let roots grow around and through her. It's calm down there, surrounded by earth. Let her drink deep the sweet nepenthes of oblivion.

Now, though, she wrenches her shoulder free, grabs Isty, and shouts [i]"Run!"[/i]

Now, she has an image in her head that isn't complete without her in it.

Alexa bursts through the kitchen door like a wrecking ball through a building and seizes the first vaguely white coat she sees. "The sheep!"  No, calm down, the little chef's terrified, be calm, be nice. "You! You. Have you seen a sheep? About yea tall, waistcoat, shaped like a friend?"