Everyone always thought Carl and Enid were the perfect couple in Alexandria, Carl did love Enid! Or..that’s what he was telling himself..everyone teased him about loving Enid so much that he probably dreamt about her, and he’d simply smile and laugh. Sure, he dreamt of a girl, but no, not Enid. He had never dreamt of her. Not once. He had dreamt..about another girl.

One with _ hair..

And _ eyes glittering in the dark..

A sly smile of mischief on her lips…

Who was she?

Where was she?

Would he ever meet her?

And..

$would he ever get her out of his head?$