"Right, then." Susan opened the journal randomly, and found this entry (http://suzotchka.livejournal.com/8929.html#cutid1).

Slowly, she read it aloud, and finished with, "...trapped by the thorns that cut into my wrists and ankles."

She raised her eyes to Ivanova. "Right, then. That's a rather frightening nightmare. Is that typical of many of your dreams? And who was the woman who disappeared there?"