For weeks Prudence has been having this vivid dream, which felt too real. She saw this person walking past the Greendale town shield. A mortal? A fellow witch?

In her dream she would follow the stranger until they arrived in the forest where suddenly the person was mauled by a pack of rabid dogs - each bite, it was as she could feel it herself. The agony, the pain, the terror. Why was she connected to this unknown soul?

She had to know, to find out, to find this person.

And finally, she did.