The content of every dream has been that same since Hannah's disappearance. Tarek thinks he sees the flash of silver tail hair pass under the moonlight filtering between the trees. It is Hannah? A dire sense of urgency compels him to chase the vision. He chases the ghost of this other horse, mostly shadow, and flashes of white hair. He dodges through the underbrush, tearing himself free from every snag, and surging towards each sighting, regardless of how tired his legs feel.

And every night a dream ends in a nightmare.

There comes a moment, when Tarek teeters on the brink on exhaustion, that the elusive figure, stops. Tarek rushes towards what he thinks is Hannah, but the body beyond the wisps of tail belongs, instead, to Warsaw. Tarek tries to backpedal, but he can't evade in time. Warsaw lunges. The last thing Tarek sees before he wakes is the inside of Warsaw's mouth, or the bottom of Warsaw's hoof.

Today will be different.

Tarek chases the same tail through the darkness, but this time, he catches up to the figure, and feels a warm caress upon his neck. His nosrils fill with the scent of Hannah.

His eyes open wide, and there she is. She is alive, and warm, and larger than life. "Hannah!" Tarek's voice crack with sleep. In one swift motion Tarek is standing and drawing his lover into a tight embrace. "Oh Hannah." He whispers into her mane.

Indira looks on, and her eyes fill with tears. It's the joy of seeing her son happy again.