While the morning sun rose back up again, Trixie woke up back in her wagon, with her head still against the wall. And her prayers had been answered, for she had remembered the night she crawled away from the boutique and back to her humble carriage in the form of a dream. As she moved her head away from the wall and let it fall in her forelegs, there was a deep sigh left through her nose. Trixie gave her face a rub all over before her eyes looked out of the window with a smile on her face. "The Great and Mysterious Trixie... Hmhmhm, Trixie likes that," she spoke to herself while the smile only got bigger and bigger.