Ginny appeared in the middle of the forest. She didn't care what Moonlight had said anymore. He could come and rip out her throat if he wanted. She sat down and coughed. On top of the ever staying headach and insomnia, she now was sick. Unfortanatly, to become heathy again would requier sleep, which she could not get. The night visions scared her, and the voices annoyed her. Often, she thought of blasting everyone into another planet just to stop the voices and visions.
Ginny's eyes closed, but she didn't fall asleep. Instead, she did something she hadn't done in a long time. With her eyes closed she began to sing softly under her breath. No words, just a tune. A soft lullaby it seemed.
