It was her first nightmare in quite some time, and Lorelai lay in her den with her whelps. Luka was nowhere to be found, and she wondered if he was off hunting; he'd been doing a good job of keeping her fed. Lennox and Lenora were currently deeply asleep, but she doubted it would be for long, for the poor Mystic began to tremble as she saw what could only be her deceased whelp, Lynette. She had not survived birth, and Lorelai had not had time to properly grieve her. But, here she was, happy and seemingly full of life. This made her recall a conversation she'd had with @Erzulie — the seawoman had told her that she might be seeing and hearing the spirits of the dead, and this... this had to be true. Why else would she be seeing her dead whelp? Quietly, and in a shaking voice, Lorelai asked, "Ly — Lynette? Is that you?"

She woke up to her mother shaking and staring intently at something in the shadowy corner of their family's den; Lenora could feel that something was different, but she couldn't place it. Then, her mother spoke a name she didn't recognize, and Lenora looked from her sister to her mother. Worried that something was wrong, Lenora said, fearfully, "I'm gonna get dad!" She then rushed down the halls of the tunnels, out to the entrance, then gave the best howl she could, calling for their father. Surely he would know what to do.

Her children were afraid, she realized this as Lenora ran off to call for Luka. She told Lennox softly, "It's your sister I see. She didn't survive your births..." The young Mystic gave a hard swallow. Erzulie had told her to ask her visions why they were there, but she couldn't do that now, as Luka had returned, Lenora in tow. He rushed to her, and she sighed softly, telling him calmly, "It's okay. I'm... I'm not afraid. I see Lynette." Her eyes pricked with tears, but she kept them at bay.

Lorelai turned her gaze from her vision, instead looking at her living daughters. Lenora thrashed in her sleep sometimes, and the Mystic wondered whether she, too, had visions. That would make at least three generations of... what, exactly, Lorelai was not sure. She trusted Erzulie, so for now she would try to see it her way.

"Erzulie taught me much when I was away... She thinks I might be seeing and hearing the spirits of the dead." And it made sense, to her; she'd never had a vision of anyone living. It was always mama, and papa, and now her daughter. She looked to Luka, then, wondering what he thought.

Lenora, for once, had little to say; she merely watched and listened, feeling anxious. She had dreamt of her dead sister, once or twice — they had all three been playing, her, Lynette, and Lennox. It had been a nice dream. Quietly, nervously, she said, "I've seen her, too, mama... in my dreams. Does that matter?" Did that mean she could see her sister, too?