She threw open the window and prepared to go. She took one last melancholic look at her room and the Scottish landscape that she probably wouldn't see again. She prepared for the transformation when a small owl with shimmering blue feathers appeared on the windowsill. Perplexed, Lily let it in. As soon as she touched it, the creature dissolved. In its place, a worn-out piece of paper fell to the floor. She instantly recognized the neat, small handwriting of the sender: it was her Dylan, and she hurried to read.