Katerina clutched the heavy lantern, holding it high to illuminate the hollow log she had fallen into. Her knees ached from the tumble, and her skin glowed red from the rushing blood beneath the surface. She crawled on all-fours forward a little, before sitting up. The wind was cool and smelt of fruit, sweet and wet. She shambled to her feet and pressed on, her dress torn in places and dirty.
The hollow seemed to continue for a long time, and a distant sound began to come clearer. It sounded like piano music, and a sweet twittering as accompaniment. Katerina sat against the log, setting down the lantern and listening to the music. She closed her eyes. Her mother held her warmly, her pretty pale face watching her as she drifted into sleep, humming a tune so familiar, while yet so distant.
Tinkers above her caught her attention. A sharp inhalation passed her chapped lips. She gathered her dirty, wiry limbs into a clump. The piano twinkled in the distance, the voic