[Worm]

Her instincts told her that it was time to return to the safety of her home. There were eyes on her, not including Simon's. Surely, there would be officials at Emily's door soon too. So Elizabeth cloaked herself and vanished back into the thicket of her forest. From the bottom of her castle's hill, the moon looked like the perfect silver dish to eat upon. The howls of wolves welcomed her back home.

If William were to return. Then perhaps she would no longer be a suspect. A smile crawled up the corner of her lips as Elizabeth floated directly towards her mental prison, where William lay. He was dreaming of a field of flowers, Emily's hand extending to him as she called his name. "William...William...My Beloved... William..." He reached out his own hand, only to wake. Looming eyes of the predator remained still. "William." Elizabeth cooed, but he did not respond.

His stomach growled angrily, so he clutched it. "William. You are going to see your beloved." So tired and mentally confused, all he could do was nod. He wasn't sure what was real or dream anymore. Elizabeth reached out her slender hand and touched his forehead softly. HE saw the open field, golden sunlight, Emily's voice, and his body was now Elizabeth's to use. His body wandered towards Emily's house, but the walk would take him over an hour. Elizabeth observed through his eyes, though her own body remained at home in the safety of her mental prison.