Clarissa:"I remember...green. Towering trees...endless fields of wildflowers dancing in sweet summer breezes...but is this my dream? Stillness...snow...vast darkness...silent halls...sister...what is the dream? Am I a dream? I cannot tell anymore...I will think of this...and watch the snow..."

Cassiopia:"You ARE dreaming. So deal with it!"

Clarissa:"I am...I shall...I will let the swirling snow blur the lines of my life...obscuring them into white..."

Cassiopia:" Again I have wasted my time trying to conjure sense from her vapid ramblings. Is she a fool for succumbing to melancholy or am I for not doing it myself? Back to work...some of us have responsibilities..."

Jeremey:"*WHEW!* That was a close one!"

Beatrice:"See? I know my way around!"