Ariadne frowned, glancing from side to side, taking in the panorama. "Well, I don't recall being on a boat," she muttered. "Just something about being in the woods. There was a deer and..."

She trailed off, unable to finish the sentence. It didn't make any sense. Not even by her very lenient policy on sense-making.

Dreams were just that. Dreams.

So why did her back still feel so raw?

"I don't know what I'm looking for," she admitted. "I guess I figured I'd know it when I saw it."