Sarah, tell me why I see you in my dreams sitting, standing, watching, intent on showing me how to think. Oh, Good, tell me why at times my mind scatters no matter how I try to keep things held down, locked in place and all I can see is blood. Why, then do you speak to me? What is hidden in the murky clouds of my mind that you are so completely set on unlocking? I am no more a wizard than you are a witch; and take that for what you will. God has made those you deemed unworthy drink blood. At times I see in my unconscious eye; a power out of reach. Help me grasp it.