The lady, Swan, the one with the grey eyes and all white clothing, she led me to her house. Or she took me to her house. It was like travelling in the vast darkness again, the one that made me lightheaded, but it was short, just a quick in and out.
We touched down before a door and I was led by my elbow into a dimly lit space from inside which I could hear the occasional growls of Cerberus rumble the apartment. Or penthouse. Whatever. Once she turned on the light of the house, a flurry of activities began.
A number of girls, about four, started to emerge from a room, rallying around her, taking her bag and welcoming her.
“I’ll get coffee started,” One of the girls said.
“Thank you, Surie,” She waved the girl away. “Make sure to prepare some for our guest too,” She added. Surie's eyes
