Looking through the glass of the back seat to her taxi, she inwardly told herself to get some courage. With a sigh she paid her fare, and stepped outside. She was greeted by that all too familiar smell of the woods, the looming trees giving way for the cottage and its grounds. She jumped away from the suddenly moving taxi, and glared as the impatient man left. She had no idea what to expect on these grounds as she made herself walk to the front door.