Moira dipped her pen into the ink and began to write.
I tossed and turned all night. Sweat rolled down my forehead and back when I jumped up. It was the dream again. I miss my sister on nights like this. I need the comfort.
Tonight it was different.I saw much more clearly. The building in my dream was familiar. The fire that burned had charred my doll. It was there on that alter. As I walked from the room and down the path I realized that this was the area where we had built our barricade. I am certain that we have chosen the right place.
My path is now very clear to me. I know what I must do, for the dream is not a dream but an omen of what may be. I have never wanted to walk this path My failure to accept it was what haunted me. I see no other option. If I fail, know that my heart will always belong to you and lead the good people of Sonoma to a victory.
I hope to once more be in your strong arms.