It was the same kitchen she had eaten her dinner in with her parents, earlier that evening, before going to bed. So Dorothy Cowan told herself. But something was different. Maybe it was the big red metal monster in the middle of the room that, she now remembered, she had just beaten at chess. Maybe it was the empty cupboards. Where had all the food gone? Why was Blue Ted suddenly so quiet and still. Now the monster was muttering in its crackly, screechy, scary voice. Something about horsemen and something called an a-pok-a-lips? Kind of weird, she thought, and she trembled... clutching the magic wand a little tighter. Poser Pro 2012 Firefly Render, Photoshop CS5 Extended Postwork