The front door opens at a touch and leads into a small room like a foyer. The 
walls are dirty and scrawled over with graffiti. A puddle of water fills the 
center of the sagging floor. Tikki runs her eyes around and breathes the damp, 
rank-smelling air, wondering if she’s ever been here before. She remembers,
clearly now, lying in the front room of Adama’s town house under a hazy shaft of
moonlight. Was that just a dream? A mage’s fantasy? Maybe so.