<div class="floatright">(http://img10.imageshack.us/img10/6179/003cropped.jpg)</div><br/>When the rush of nightmares finally brought her back to her feet, she had no idea how long she'd been dreaming.  An hour?  Less?  She didn't feel rested, but she certainly didn't want to try to go back to sleep.<br/><br/>Instead, she rose up and grabbed the prototype, heading off to the stonemasons to explain her plan and ask them to start making more spikes and grates.  Hopefully they'd be able to do at least one area, where people could experiment with the plan and see how things work out.<br/><br/>The tough thing about existence is that it just seemed to go on and on.  Many movies had one big battle, and then that was it, everything was safe and peaceful.  Why couldn't life be more like that?  Why did it have to be such a struggle just to survive?<br/><br/>She started walking, not really keeping track of where, though she knew enough not to go too far to get lost.  Mostly she just wanted a chance to talk with someone, the opportunity not to get lost in her own thoughts once again.