(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2457951#msg2457951">Quote from: Risa on 17-11-2009, 06:37:41</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Imogene Campbell,</strong> Bedroom #2 [Imogene Campbell, Ivy Montague]<br/><br/>"A good wife someday, huh...?" she asked distantly. It struck Imogene as odd, to think of Ivy as someone's wife. A picture of an unfriendly-looking, faceless man appeared in Imogene's brain, accompanied by a smiling Ivy. The thought made her heart stir uncomfortably for a moment, then she finally felt Ivy drift off to sleep. She smiled softly, placed a gentle, loving kiss on her shoulder, and slowly fell to sleep herself.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>The girls fell into unconsciousness swiftly. The room was quiet and calm, and in that solitude, they slept. Two girls all wrapped up in one another, a vision of bliss in their plush and comfortable bed. Time passed, and the shallow sleep moved to darker dreams. That's how Imogene came to be sitting before a young girl. Imogene was most certainly dreaming, and at the same time, it was one of the most vivid and alert dreams she had ever had.<br/><br/>"Are you even listening to me, silly?" asked the girl. She was young, with brownish-blonde hair. In many ways, she reminded Imogene of Emily Laroche, the child who had come to Avonleigh with them. But there were differences as well. This girl had a thinner nose, and her eyes were green instead of blue. "Wake up, stinky butt. Aren't you going to answer me?" she giggled, flicking her fingers in front of Imogene as if to get her attention.<br/><br/>(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)