For Nevermore Season 1

not, I probably should be.
    They entered into a less populated area with more trees and homes than shops, carts, or gathering places. The centaur turned down a side street and then stopped in front of a two-story wooden house on the left, one of the nicest she’d seen in the village. It was painted a light cream color, with a dark brown thatched roof. The main house was wood, though there were two small stone houses attached, one on either side. The front door of the house was round, and painted deep cherry red.
    “Here you are, my lady,” Finn said.
    “Are you coming in?” Noella asked.
    “I’m a bit large for most homes,” he said, and seemed like he was about to leave, when he turned, “Could you bring some cakes next time?”
    Noella smiled, and said, “Sure,” even though she wasn’t exactly sure how she’d go about bringing cakes, when she had no control over whatever it was that was happening to her in the first place.
    Noella said goodbye to Finn, then quickly approached Dante’s house. Her heart pounded as she imagined Dante opening the door. She wondered what he’d say, if he’d be happy to see her, or if she were even welcome. Surely, he would be surprised, but she hoped the surprise was pleasant, and that Dante wanted to see her.
    As she knocked on the red door, her mind flashed to her knocking on the door at Sam’s old house.
    No answer.
    Noella looked around to see if anyone was watching her. There were a few other houses on the street. Across from Dante’s was another two-story home which was boarded up. Beside that house sat a smaller one with an old man in the front yard, hunched over a garden filled with the brightest flowers she’d ever seen. Two houses over, on Dante’s side of the road, were a couple of children, a boy and girl around six or seven, chasing each other with large wooden rings. Nobody was paying attention to her. Yet, she couldn’t get rid of the feeling that she was being watched.
    She knocked again, her heartbeat speeding in anticipation.
    Don’t tell me I crossed worlds and you’re not even home.
    The door opened.
    Dante appeared on the other side, dressed in a brown tunic and pants and soft brown leather boots, like many of the men in the village wore. He also wore soft leather brown gloves. His eyes, bright gray beneath his dark hair, lit even brighter as she pulled back the robe’s hood to reveal herself.
    “Noella?” he said, surprised. Maybe shocked. He glanced behind her, then quickly ushered her inside, “Please, you must come in.”
    Noella stepped inside Dante’s home, noticing that he stayed several feet away, so as not to accidentally touch her. She remembered what he’d said before about how his touch could kill her, and remembered how he’d killed the man at the coffee shop, though she was only now connecting those two moments in her mind.
    Does his touch turn anyone to ash, whether he intends to or not?
    “How did you get here?” he asked, closing the door behind her and locking it.
    “Finn brought me,” she said.
    “No, how did you get here, to this world?”
    “So it is another world?”
    “How much do you remember?” Dante asked, leading her into the living room, where there were two antique-looking rich red chairs sitting a few feet across from one another. There was nothing resembling a sofa. Just chairs around a dark oak table. Obviously, Dante wasn’t a couch cuddler.
    Wait, why did he ask how much I remember, instead of how much I know?
    “I don’t remember, or know, anything,” Noella said. “I know that I’ve seen you in my dreams for most of my life. I know that I flipped over here, or crossed over, whatever you call it, the other night and saw you in the room. I think you were in the house across the street from me. And I believe you saved my life in a coffee shop last week by burning a man alive in front of me. Although, to be honest, I don’t know if I really know any of that, or if it’s all in my head, and even this right here is in my head, and I’ve just totally lost my mind.”
    “You’ve not lost your mind,” Dante said with a smile. “And yes, I did save you the other night. But I can’t tell you much more than that.”
    “What? Why not?!”
    “Because it’s too dangerous for you to remember,” he said. “For now, you must trust me.”
    “So what am I supposed to do? Go back home and pretend none of this ever happened?”
    “Yes,” he said, “That’s exactly what you need to