She nodded and sniffled to Oskar's words, but couldn't stop herself from continuing to cry. When he put his arm around her and led her inside, she went with him willingly. The house was a blur through her tears, as she focused on his words and not stumbling as she walked. It was really for the best that she didn't see much of the house, as it would have simply increased how upset she was, with all the strange things inside.<br/><br/>Then, she found herself in a bed, which she gratefully sank into without a word, pulling the covers over her bare shoulders and drifting into slumber almost immediately. It didn't matter that she was in a strange house with a strange man she had only met that morning. The weeks since she had left home had been hard, and after a long night and part of the day without any sleep, her body was so exhausted that even if she had struggled against it, sleep would have taken her.<br/><br/>At first, all was restful darkness. But as she continued to sleep, she found herself curled up between her uncle and father, their fur soft against her bare human skin. She snuggled down between them more, resting her head against one of them, listening to their gruff voices in the back of her mind as they talked to one another. In her dream, Jane slept like that, until first her uncle left, and then her father shifted her aside and also left her, now cold and alone.<br/><br/>Waking up suddenly, she sat up, the blankets falling down to her lap, her dress tangled around her. Her hair had fallen from the soft bun atop her head, and the blonde tresses fell down to her waist. She wasn't cold, in fact, she was very comfortably warm. But... where was she? Glancing at a window, it was night outside. The room she was in was... strange. Very strange. Not at all like home. Rapidly, memories flooded back to her mind of meeting Oskar in the cafe. Oskar, the golden eagle, his flight above her spectacular.<br/><br/>Immediately, she reached out to him with her mind, hoping he was still close.<i>:Oskar?:</i>