Rosa stood stock still and watched the bedlam around her, her mind racing and bringing up a past she never wanted to remember. Images flashed in her eyes and  blinded her from most of  what was around her. A young man before her with dark hair, pelted with stones and vegetables for standing up for her, blurring with an image of a wolf man growling and then morphing into a human. His oddly accented voice wavering in her stupor, becoming Italian, rushed and distressed and then joyful and innocent. With a quick shake of her head, her eyes closed for what seemed like minutes. Slowly she became aware of the crimson darkness of her eyelids, and then the silence around her. A clear honey voice pierced her stupor, her eyes flashing wide open. For a few dark haired man, a butler with red eyes and a young woman -- no a flaming hound, now returned to human -- double and then singular. She heard what one of the voices said, responding without a thought "Nice to meet you. I'm Ros--" Her vision failed and all feeling left her muscles.<em>That's right. The moon is still weak. I probably should not have pushed myself so hard.</em>She thought as she swayed precariously and then crumpled like a flower falling towards the floor.