"But, in the dream there was a woman holding up a drawing pad with the symbol on it. Do you think that has any signifacance?" Keyan was beginning to get frustrated.<br/>The expression on her face was the equivalent of a child throwing a tantrum. She continued prodding at the fire with a small stick as Sammi fried the eggs she had found. Keyan knew she was being immature and that there were larger problems at hand, but she couldn't shake the image from her brain. It was as if while she dreamed someone had seared the symbol to her brain with a branding iron.<br/>"It looks something like an odd variation of a Pentagram, don't you think?"<br/>Keyan put down the stick and walked over to the drawing she had made in the dirt.<br/>She had been right, it was a Pentagram. Only outside the star and circle were small squiggly lines that looked like small flames.<br/>"A pentagram on fire..." Keyan thought aloud.<br/>She cocked her head to the side and thought. She had definitely seen this before, but she couldn't force a name to it. She wished furiously that she had access to the City's old library. It wasn't availible to the public, but believe it or not being a therapist had its perks. Surely there would have been a book of supernatural symbols in the restricted section. Or maybe the old lady that helped Sam to escape from the City Walls would know what odd drawing meant... Her wishing was useless, though. She could never go back to that library, or see any of her old friends again, much less the old lady. She smudged the drawing out with her shoe, so as not to give away any tracks.<br/>Her thoughts turned gray and she walked back over to Sammi who was now jerking her wrist to flip the pan up, sending the eggs flying through the air only to land on the oposite side to cook, showing off her fancy foot work so to say. Keyan laughed to herself for a moment and stopped short when she realized that Sammi had no choice but to do that. They were lacking a spatula. So many common things, like kitchen utensals, that Keyan had taken for granted in her old life...<br/>Never again, she vowed.