Let's all colaborate on this. This is a group effort. Add new scenes to this with new characters interacting with old characters. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Terry lay in waram comfort, contemplating the cold room that waited for her outside her blanket. She did not want to get up. Cold air slid under the covers, then ran a cool course up her lege, over mountains, through valleys and down the chasm of her spine where the north wind meets the south. She closed her eyes thinking that if she lay still for another five minutes she might remember what she had been dreaming about. What it was? Someone was kissing her in a dream. She tried to recapture the deep voice, strong hands, piercing eyes but she was too much awake. She sat up and looked around, still searching for that dream but it was gone. Nothing was left but reality--the cold reality of an empty oom.