Prologue

She was standing on a dock, surrounded by swampland. Directly above her the moon cast its silver glow on the smooth, dark water. The only sound was the gentle lapping of the water against the legs of the dock. Xandra turned towards the shoreline but all she could see was a single paved pathway leading up the bank. She began to move towards it, her footsteps echoing in the silence and stopped. She could hear faint strains of music, they seemed to be coming from out on the water. Xandra, straining hers ears, turned back toward the water. The music was getting closer; she recognized the song, but couldn’t quite place it. She could see now to. On the horizon there was a faint light about 200 feet away and growing steadily closer. She realised it belonged to a boat, a ferry to be exact and she could now make out the lyrics to the song – a rock version of zippa dee do da. But the music was getting fainter and the scene around her seemed to be fading, Xandra fought to hold on - she was so close but, even now she could feel the cotton of her bed sheets against her feet instead of the wet surface of the dock, and the sound of early morning traffic outside her window was replaced the lapping of the water. The next moment she was awake, staring at the crack in her ceiling with zippa dee do da still ringing in her ears.