Holly dashed along the path, trying to spot the puddles in the moonlight. She kept splashing herself, less because of poor visibility than because her thoughts were mostly elsewhere.

Tomorrow the fairies would find the equilibrium of their social rules had been shattered and they would stumble bleary-eyed into the future. All because of her. Because of the day she had snapped out of her stupor...

Here it was at last! She pounded on the door until it was opened by a giant man.

"Holly! What are you doing here? It's raining and it's 2am."

"Artemis is expecting me."