With her head resting on Westley's shoulder, Doris dreamt that she was a young girl again. She had been afraid of the dark, and her Mother was comforting. Her Mother gently hugged her, patted her on the back, and hummed a lullaby.
Doris wanted more of her Mother's warmth, so she pressed her body against her, and nuzzled her head against her chest. She could smell mint on her breath, and she began to feel dizzy. Why does my Mother smell like mint? – Doris wondered. Her Mother had never smelled like mint before!
When Doris opened her eyes, she found herself in her bed, with Westley hovering over her. And she began to panic. She tried to get up, but Westley had her pinned down. She watched in horror as he lowered his head. "What are you doing here?" she cried.
Westley smirked and said,
