It had taken a while but finally Terri had gathered enough bronzed leaves to be able to meditate on Autumn fully. Once again, she sat on a bed of the leaves and closed her eyes, trying to find that part of her seeming which revelled in the fear of being alive, and what happens when the shit hits the fan; The adrenaline surge of terror, the laser-focus of being frightened. Terri felt it stir inside her, run over her and then she felt Autumn nod its approval and in that one moment, she threw her hands into the confines of her's and Rick's hollow. The bronzed leaves billowed out and she with them, her body spraying outwards and becoming them, entwining and coming together. Revelling in the free feelings of floating, Terri smiled and Autumn smiled back.