As much as possible Eve turned her head to keep the man in her sight when he circled around him. The thought of this is one strange dream kept running through her head. Never before had she dreamed up something like this. His language is so strange. Our? Really? How very old fashioned.<br/><br/>For something her subconscious made up this place sure has a lot of rules. Stay with a guard, don't make trouble for subjects... Dreamrose? That odd ball flower in her new front yard? Could that thing be related to all the people that had dissapeared without a trace? The only thing Eve could come up with is "Thank you your majesty," again. Confusion is still center stage on her face. What next?