Kara stepped back as the door blew quietly open... she cautiously took a step forward...

She could hear the age in the door as it creaked ever so slowly in her direction. This barn had been her childhood retreat where she sat and daydreamed about what her life could be like, what she had wanted it to be like. Memories wafted through her like the smells of the old lofts and haystacks. Kara loved this place, more than any other. As she stepped inside, her present world faded away and she was taken back to all the sights and sounds of those bright summer days surrounded by every furry critter imaginable. They were her quiet and peaceful companions. In fact, Kara could almost see old Fred, with his furry little tail, peak around the corner, eyes shining with excitement and purring in anticipation as she stepped closer to him. Mechanically, Kara reached down to grab him but then, almost as suddenly as he had appeared, he was gone. Kara was simply lost in another day dream, only this one she wanted to keep and hold on to with everything that she had. Somehow she knew this old place would understand. Old Fred would understand.