Lydia frowned deeply, tugging her robe more tightly around her. The windows rattled as though it were stormy and it felt just as cold and drafty, but it was clear outside. The moonlight seemed almost physically cold.<br/><br/>There were sounds in the night besides the strange crying -- ordinary sounds -- but she couldn't get the crying out of her mind. Whatever it was, it wasn't quite right.<br/><br/>She slipped between the covers of the bed, curling up with the blankets covering her, not really wanting to investigate it, but knowing she wasn't likely to sleep until it stopped.