For Roxie and any other dream walkers, the dream opens as it has for Miku many times now. At first, there is nothing but blackness and the ting-ting of metal being struck upon, over and over. Then, comes the snow, soft and white, falling in clumps. Everything is in monochrome, however, and the scream of static in the air is unnatural and cutting, bringing with it half-flashes of memories and words that sound garbled and cut up.

There is a bright, soft light, and then they too, stand before the manor. (http://www.cameraslens.com/gallery/albums/userpics/10001/200511163933462.jpg)