Alpha Peter blanched as he looked on the human who was still shivering out of fear for a painting that had been in the sitting room for more than five years now. A painting that has been admired by all and sundry. And now the painting was moving?? He mused. He thought that he had seen it all from the human, but alas, this particular one was a new vogue in town or whatever his mind was trying to tell him. But he was sure that her dreams were not just nightmares but a premonition of what was to happen, he believed that quite alright, but not this one. He didn't think she was telling the truth. How can the drawn moon goddess move? Next, she would say that it was talking.