In her dream, Nadine looked down at herself and realized she was wearing a white dress. It was sleeveless and ran smoothly down her body; in the back, slits cut into the fabric formed almost a fishbone pattern. Dozens of shapes printed in black covered the dress. Triangles with lines intersecting them, angles and circles, lines forming patterns she couldn’t even put a name to…she grew dizzy trying to identify them all.What is this? Where did it come from? She lifted her head to ask the mysterious woman, but no one was there. Nadine turned around, trying to see anything in the darkness that surrounded her. When she turned again, the door was in front of her—marked with the same pattern she had seen before. There was a connection between the two. There had to be. This is a dream, she reminded herself. She didn’t know how she knew, but it didn’t matter. The knowledge didn’t wake her. She stood there in indecision for a long moment before finally reaching for the door.