It had come to him in his sleep. The vision of a woman. She was reaching out to him, imploring him. beckoning to him. She spoke Her lips moved but he couldn’t hear what she was saying. It appeared Seldom at first, but her visits were becoming almost a nightly affair. In his dreams she always came in from the north. Was this a dream? Or perhaps some memory from his past, the past he had lost some where. Was her world real, or was this place of horrors and monstrosities the real world. Whichever she was a dream or memory He now had a goal. He moved north towards the mountains that always seemed just on the horizon. Pain sensed the difference in him. The animal seemed itself to be pulled to the north. It felt good, to have a set direction, instead of rambling senselessly over the land.