Alice sits at her keyboard and starts her assignment. She has had this fantasy before. In the dark, back out in the woods, she walks very slowly, in the cold crisp winter air. If she could see, you could see her breath, but it is too dark for that right now. Maybe later as the moon crosses overhead. All she can hear is, the crunch of dead leaves on the ground as she walks, stirring up earthy forest scents with each step....