She cared little for the woes of this dream fellow, but she certainly cared about the lack of sunlight and ever-encroaching winter apocalypse. It was difficult to be popular when you were dead, after all, and although she'd made fair to no progress in socializing the past year, who said she couldn't start now? This wouldn't do, she thought, pursing her lips.

Whatever his personal issues were, she missed spring - and if there was any way to hasten this outcome, then she'd contribute like everyone else.

The Dream Visitor was likely sorely disappointed as Violet swept past him with the perfumed majesty of a monarch ascending her throne. Door One; that looked suitable. No screaming, no violence, no terrible life-or-death decisions.

Violet stepped through the portal, tipped her very beautiful head back, and sang.