Mina was dimly aware of a number of small hands lifting her and carrying her out of the tent.  It was like being rocked on the ocean, and she gave soft sounds of contentment as she was borne out to another shelter that smelled musky and familiar.<br/><br/>As she drifted deeper into sleep, she wondered what sort of image the audience saw at the end of the act.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>Sleep was filled with intense visions of strange beasts and a feeling of weight, both inside her and on top of her.  She felt hungry and full at the same time.  Reality shifted and mutated in ways that could only be the product of a dream. </em><br/><br/><hr/><br/>When she woke, the earlier events had melded with her dreams  Whatever her mind couldn't immediately explain was added on to the beginnings of her sleep.  The one thing from the incident that was firm certainty was that she was in one of the circus tents and that she belonged there.