Brendan's dream was as vivid as it was enlightening.  In the dream he found himself in the basement, standing before the chalk diagram and chanting the words of the summoning.  Just as before, the candles and diagram took on a purple hue and the air was thick with the musky scent, unlike before Brendan finished his chant to find a woman standing in front of the diagram.  Eyes wide and heart in his throat, Brendan recognized the succubus from John's room-the summoning worked, she was here for Brendan!<br/><br/>As Brendan stared, the succubus smiled warmly and quickly advanced toward him, her eyes both smoldering with desire and glittering with joy.  "At last, I've found you!" Brendan exclaimed, throwing his arms wide to catch her in his embrace, "And now that we're together, we'll never-" she swerved and ran past him.  Confused, Brendan turned and called after her "Wait! where are you going, I'm here, I'm right here!"  The succubus stopped short and turned to regard him, she spoke no words but gave only a sympathetic smile and raised her left hand, extending the little finger to display the thin red string wrapped around it.  Confused, Brendan followed the path of the red string until it came to it's destination: the little finger of his roommate John!<br/><br/>Brendan's eyes fluttered and opened ever so slightly as he wrestled to stay in the dream, the image of a beautiful white-haired girl standing over him caught his attention for only a brief moment before he squeezed his eyes shut, vainly attempting to keep his dream.  After several minutes spent between consciousness and dreamland, Brendan abandoned his futile attempts and sat up.  He thought hard about the meaning of his dream, did the red string symbolize some kind of connection between John and the succubus, and who was that tan white-haired beauty, just some strange random figment or maybe some clue from his sub-conscious?  He needed answers and his mind immediately went to his desk, getting up, he glanced at his desk and received yet another shock for the night, someone had been in his room and took it upon themselves to mess up his "organized chaos".  His anger might have continued to grow if it wasn't for the adorable way the cat had curled up on his book, "Awww...look at you!  Did you find youwsewf a perfect wittle kitty bed!" Brendan exclaimed, reaching out and petting the bobtail before beggining to search the stacks of books for answers to his questions....