The thanks Greta was about to offer dies on her lips when the young man who pulled her aside calmly announces that they're dreaming. She gapes at him, makes a few aborted attempts at speech, and then finally manages, "What?"

It doesn't feel like a dream. The shudders are getting worse, though the rhythm remains the same. Footsteps - truly massive footsteps - and they're getting closer. "It's not safe here," she says, her tone low and urgent. "There is a giant in the Woods, and she's coming this way."