Page 151 (7/24/2007) Enter the sandman-Part 2

:::sometime during the night as She lay on the plains.. slipping in and out of consciousness.. a shadow appeared. She had been able to see the stars painted across the sky like a well known picture on black canvas. But during one of these states of awareness the outline of a person blocked Her skyward view. Broken movements as She blinked... slowly.. weakened.. She watched the figure bend down and then felt Herself being lifted up. Next She remembered hearing two voices... male. She felt a gloved finger trace Her cheek... and the tug of bloodmatted hair pulled from Her face. Another glimpse and She saw the Mask. It was then.. She knew She was safe with a Brother of the Clan. Suddenly.. She was floating and then arms again. Transfered to the other that was there. The feeling of being lifted up and placed to a saddle... then someone holding Her and riding. Nothing more till She woke in Her PinkNightmare Wagon. Bits and pieces flooding in... Her legs and arms being checked... bandages placed... the gash on Her head wrapped... and water given. The water She vividly remembered... it burned parched throat and dried lips... making Her cough and sputter. However long after that... She doesnt know... but some tea was given and quickly She felt her body relax and the pain eased. She could hear voices around Her now and then... but could not respond. Sleep... sleep is what She needed.::::