In your dreams, echoes of childhood and fragments of vistas intertwine, punctuated by fleeting sightings of a girl with pale hair and blue eyes...

Then, you awaken. Beside your bed is that same girl, her eyes wide, clearly not expecting this. You rub your eyes. The girl edges over to your window, which you notice is open. "I…I was just passing by," she stammers. "Didn't mean to, um, didn't mean to wake you…p-please don't call the police..."