I can? [She beams and bounds close to stroke Dani's head, smiling at the velvety feel of her fur.] She needs to run, just like all rabbits do.

Thank you [she says again, and pushes at the door. It opens on a snowy loping hillside, alder trees all around, some with a few brown leaves still clinging to the barren branches. The hill evens out in a little depression, the foot dipping into a small pond, mostly frozen over.]

This is where I used to live. My house was right over there.