It was the woman's name that started to shake Enid out of it — in her bed in Avalon Glen, she began twisting and turning in the blankets, as if she was about to wake from her fitful sleep. In the dream, she started to go translucent — as if she was about to vanish on Miss Crawley.

"You're dreaming!" Enid said, no longer worried about the fire hitting the carriage, or the far-off dragons. "You must wake up!"