The pitch-black room filled with the sound of heavy breathing and rustling sheets. Mana's eyes looked all over the room, worried about who could still be below. A draft flowed through the broken glass, moving the curtains. Imagination took her over to block out the unpleasantness around her. Deep breaths as her eyes close and the world around her becomes hers.

Mana slowly opened her eyes to see that a dark forest surrounded her. The strong wind whistled through the leaves of the dark oak, branches swaying over her letting in limited light from the moon. The sweet sounds of a woman's song reverberated against the trees before her. Mana felt her body drawn to the voice singing in a language she could not understand.

Slowly her feet dragged towards the strange opening in the trees where a small house lay, not small in the way of a cottage, but honestly small. The roof barely reached her shoulder, but there was no doubt the beautiful song was coming from inside. Mana crouched down and walked into the tiny house. As she entered, the house seemed to be from Gallifrey, the planet of the Time Lords in Doctor Who. Inside was massive, larger than most mansions Mana had seen on TV.

Two spiralling staircases reached up to separate parts of the building not connected. A massive entrance could hold up to 20 large cars, and a breakfast nook separated from the dining room. And yet despite its vast size, it was warm and homey. Vines filtered through cracks in the exposed brick walls, adding greenery to the dark brick detailing with the same dark oak as the forest outside. Bookshelves filled with books lined most of the walls along with small and unique decorations on each bookshelf, the closest bookshelf had a statue of a knight kneeling before a woman.

Mana wandered through this magical house when suddenly the singing stopped, and a soothing and somewhat familiar voice called out to her. "Mana, are you lost again?" The voice grew closer with the sound of boots nearing. "I know we haven't lived here long but it still makes me laugh."

A woman entered the room, hair long and slightly curly deep brown, her eyes a bright almost glowing white. Under her frilled apron, a black turtle neck, back cargo shorts, and tactical boots with red and black striped socks emerged from the top.

"Saviour," Mana mumbled under her breath, her eyes wide and teary as the woman walked over to her, took her hands, and whispered something. Mana couldn't hear her, and the world around her faded as a continuous beeping rang out. Bringing her back to the real world, the room was still dark, and a persistent beeping paired with a flashing green light assaulted both her ears and eyes—4:30 a.m.