[Paprika finds herself in a burned out, burned up room. It used to be a library, although she'd be forgiven for not knowing that. Bits of blackened wood and ask are absolutely everywhere. To make matters stranger, bunches of feathers are scattered all over the place, in all different colors, the only real color there is to this dreamscape]
[Giles is picking his way through the wreckage, obviously searching for something in the chaos and not finding it]
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[Giles is picking his way through the wreckage, obviously searching for something in the chaos and not finding it]
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