[i]You know those dreams that always seem to crop back up when you sleep? The ones with the same house, the same town, the same plot, and it's usually some sort of wish fulfillment? Tink was having one of those. It was actually nice for her. Given her sleeping habits, getting good dreams was nice. This one was that good recurring dream. The one where she was back in her kitchen with her mother and father. And with all four limbs. It was a Saturday, which was her favorite day-she was always a co...