The man sitting on the ground shuddered. It was cold where he was, dark, lonely, and he felt sure something was chasing him.

The girl with tattered clothes and brightly colored hair, who suddenly crouched next to him, grimaced and leaned forward to whisper in his ear.

"I don't like that one. What about the one with the big cuddly furry cats and their big, um, smiley teeth whatsits... let's have that one," murmured Delirium, giving his unconscious a gentle push towards warmer, more pleasant delusions, but nonetheless delusions.