In the silence of the room, someone's awed remark rang out: "It's beautiful..." Tori turned to the source of the voice, found it to be one of the boys who'd been shrinking back in the shadows until now (and had filthy feet, to note), and nodded in agreement, though she wasn't sure if he'd seen. Wait, he said something. Didn't Yoru say not to say anything? Did that still apply? Maybe she should keep quiet just in case?

Just as Tori felt like she was going to burst from silence and indecisiveness, the two grand doors before them opened wide, revealing a homey room with a fireplace and drapes, except the fireplace was made of glowing marble and the drapes were of excellent quality silk. So maybe it had this awkward feeling of a cross between homey-ness and extravagance. 

Tori had just finished scanning over the room with her eyes when an old woman's voice creaked from somewhere behind the drapes, from a shadow the girl hadn't noticed before; startled, Tori took a step back but was swiftly retrieved with some sort of nice invisible wind that made the carpet suddenly feel not so soft anymore. She yelped rather ungracefully as she was dragged forcefully across the material to stand right in front of the drapes at the moment of the big revelation--

Before all of the children now sat a scary old with with a ginormous head and even bigger piles of gold around her. She looked like she could kill little children by glancing at them, and suddenly Tori didn't feel so excited or energized. For once she stood very, very still, staring wide-eyed at the oddity before her. If this had been any other dream, she might have walked up to the witch and told her how ugly and ancient she looked, but this time something about the crone before her kept her lips sealed. Tori swiftly decided that she liked this lady even less than Master Yoru, and that except for the nice building, this dream was horrible. If she could, she'd like to wake up now, but it wasn't working, so she decided to stay still (with much effort), answer the witch's question with a squeaky, "no," and wait for something to happen, or an opportunity to run out of the room and use the flying powers she usually had in dreams to glide out the window swiftly (hopefully the latter).