It was her. She was in the page, behind Daring Do. She was moving and crying; mouthing the words 'wake up'. She saw a tear drop onto the page as she shut the book and stretched her hind quarters and climbed off the bed. "Good night mommy and daddy. Night little bro. I'm glad you're feeling better," she called to the living room.

I read the whole story and this paragraph sums up the whole story so well. Her delve into madness...