Relieved to have a place to start, at least, Amy headed for the bucket, thinking furiously.  She remembered her theory that she'd been kidnapped by aliens, which seemed ridiculous now, but whatever was going on, it had to be something just as wild.  That... man... really did look like a wolf on two legs.  The number of possible explanations for that was extremely limited, and none of them were normal.<br/><br/>It occurred to her that she was still dreaming, especially given the strange, over-vivid colors, but that didn't seem right either, and a quick pinch to her arm certainly didn't wake her up.  A drugged sleep?  Was she in a coma and hallucinating all this?  She didn't like either of those theories much, but at least they were less impossible than werewolves.<br/><br/>She picked up the bucket, trying to sneak a casual glance around to locate the well, or whatever, and also trying to see if the wolf was still watching her.