We're home, and steeling ourselves for a day spent digging in the cold rain.

Last night I had a long and convoluted dream about going through closets and trunks to find a prom gown to wear, but all of the ones I'd packed away were marred with spots and drips, as if I'd been cooking Christmas dinner while wearing them. Interestingly, however, they all fit perfectly, even though I did appear to be 50 years old and dateless.

It was a better dream than the one the night before, when I was trying to rescue Ruckus and Tom, who had both fallen into the well.