You tell that rebellious little voice to shut up, then snuggle back into the warm blankets and try to fall back asleep. All night long, your dreams are haunted with surreal images of the castle and the hidden rooms inside it. A gentle rapping on the door awakens you, and you are washed, dressed, and fed with the same mysterious courtesy from last night. At last you are ushered out, and you mount your familiar black steed. You are taken back to the Crossroads, the long journey tinged with the feeling of regret.

Maybe next time....