The day passed quickly, and before they knew it, evening had arrived.
The chill of early autumn was already in the air, the windows of the hospital room were open, and Amanda Smith had turned off the lights, sitting quietly by the bed and looking out the window.
The moon hung high, its dense, sugary light falling onto the floor, casting a thin layer of silvery glow.
Just past ten o'clock, there indeed came a noise from outside the window. Amanda's gaze widened slightly as the enormous moon hung in the sky, and a lithe and strong figure floated in like a ghost, as light as a falling leaf when she landed on the window sill.
Lyric Willow had just steadied herself when she met Amanda's eyes. She clung to the window and jumped in, asking with a smile, "Aren't you a good one, opening the window and waiting for me to come in on such a late night?"
Amanda sat on the bed, lifted her head slightly, and asked, "What do you want to talk to me about today?"
