Chapter 197: Guardians, Part 2, Nine Years Ago, The Farm

Jenny's beyelids flutter open and she inhales deeply....

Whiteness above her, and a sweet scent....

.... and the sound of chatter and laughter....

Her lips are a little sore and frowning as she pulls herself up, she sucks at dry skin.

Jennifer sits in a bed made up with clean, sweet-scented linen, topped with a cover made up of knitted squares. She has never seen such a thing.

Baffled, she slips out from the sheets, to find she is wearing a long nightgown in a plain white linen which smells faintly of lavender and falls almost to her ankles. And beside her, lying on a wooden chair is a white bathrobe and on the timber plank floor, by a rag rug in bright colours, slippers

Around her, a plain pretty room painted in a neutral colour. Beside her, a small set of drawers with a vase of flowers, delicate and wild, and the source of the perfume...

..... Or are they? The room itself smells sweet.

Fresh air blooms through the room from billowing linen curtains. The curtains flut