It glided down the hallway silently, its shroud billowing around behind it.  For an instant, it felt as if somepony had replaced all the blood in her body with ice water, and she came within an heartbeat of screaming herself.  Her salvation was the realization that the wraith was Dale, charging down the hall with his nearly silent footfalls.  A vast relief came over her.  Dale had saved her on the beach, and he was ready to do it again.  