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“We’re almost there Miss Chandler.” Came the soft call of the incredibly kind cab driver to the female sitting in the back of his cab. The female in question had slept most of the trip from Newmarket to this rather remote location. The cabbie had driven here once before and dropped someone off a few years ago. He still had no idea what the place was. The female in question, a girl with mid-back length blonde hair and bright green eyes which were currently half-lidded and sleepy, looked up. She offered a bit of a smile at the cabbie as she pushed off the armrest of the cab, turning her gaze to the thick forest that passed them by as they descended into the ‘heart’ of a large forested area south of Newmarket. She looked utterly exhausted in how she slumped her seat. After all, it had been two connecting flights and a three-hour cab ride to get to this point. Part of her hoped there was at least a soft bed waiting for her upon arrival… …A bed? Who was she kidding? She doubted there

Clover made her way through the mansion towards the back door which was the quickest route to the barn, but as she slipped out the door, a familiar fiery-haired pony dropped down from the balcony above and landed in front of Clover. A cute little nicker eliciting from the speakers that Clover still had yet to locate amongst the girl's tack. She offered Daydream a bright smile. Daydream moved up to her and nuzzled into her neck affectionately and looked at Clover and then towards the barn and back, tilting her head curiously and letting out a curious whinny from her speaker setup. Clover giggled a little bit and looked around quickly to make sure nobody else was around and then stretched a little bit, “Yes. I made the decision to return. But I have to go grab my tack! Aria doesn’t like to be kept waiting apparently…” She mumbled softly. Daydream whinnied happily and then stepped to the side, motioning for Clover to hurry along. With an excited smile, Clover hurried off towards the

The sound of crackling flames had sent her off to a world of silent darkness. A dreamless sleep she wasn’t sure if she’d ever wake from. The woman, Elanor, had thrown a lighter onto her bed. She’d watched as the flames exploded across its surface. Everything she had in the world was in that house and she could do nothing but submit to that inky, black, numbness spreading through her body. She wanted to scream in protest, to cry out in anger. But her body was no longer interested in obeying her. Every piece she had of ‘her’ was in that house, every remaining piece of the woman she’d loved was gone. That would be hard to forgive. Hard to get past. But she didn’t have a choice. The world was fading… Fading… Gone. She had no idea how long she’d been out. How long it had taken the two orderlies to ‘prep her for transport’ and to whisk her away to the very facility she’d had such a fun time smashing to pieces previously. What she did know, as her brain clawed its way back into