She'll wonder about that power later, whether its owner is another Bryde or perhaps something like a Visionary. She's gathered that there are all kinds of people with powers here, but thus far she's been limited to the ones stuck in the dungeon with her.

It'll wait. Possibly forever, because her plan --as much as she has one-- is to dream a thing and then get the hell out of Thorne. But first things first. She opens her eyes and takes a deep breath in and out, and then another, convincing her body that it's alive before she even begins to processes her surroundings.

It's not really the old mansion, for which she's secretly grateful. She hadn't really wanted to revisit the spot where most of her girls had died. It is a space she feels as though she's dreamt before; an impossible house whose architecture gleefully disobeys real-life physics while still being aesthetically pleasing to experience. The bedroom she's awakened in is a riot of color, entirely unconducive to sleep, but she's already standing and headed for the nearest way out before the other thing she fears can find her here. There's a closet behind her; she knows what she'll find if she turns and opens it.

Don't think about it. Don't even name it. Find Ronan, dumbass.