It's raining in Transylvania. There are clouds in the mountains and over our heads. Joe would like to climb amongst the bears and the wolves. I have tamed the bears and I have tamed the wolves. We watched the rain from my bed. When Anna awoke and arose, with sleep patterning her skin, I found an Anna in her bed, legs and arms of a knotted, twisted sheet. I wrote a list of Joe’s fears. I am cataloguing his worries.