Xanta lay by the water, looking at her own reflection. It had been such a long time since she had seen her only friend, Domino. The lonelyness was terrifying, and she would have given anything to just hear Domino's bark. The sun began to decend and was radiating the most vibrant colors of pink, red, and purple. Xanta failed to enjoy the veiw, however, because the sun setting signaled only one thing: the night. The night was one of the things that terrified Xanta the most. She would try to sleep, but often woke up with nightmares, and lay unajusted to the darkness, virtually blind, with out even the comfort of seeing where she was to calm her down.

Xanta desperatly wanted someone to come. She hoped just like she had hoped every night since she had last seen him that perhaps Domino would come and she wouldn't have to be scared.