Chapter One - The Birth of Cassandra
Episode Two

The Keeper sings softly to himself as he stirs the broth once, twice, three times. The tune echoes one often sung on another planet far away. Even the words are the same: "Rock-a-bye, baby, on the treetop...."

He dips a ladle into the mix and lifts it to his prominent nose for a sniff.

"Perfect!"

Still humming the song, he slowly pours the potion over the blank pages of an open book. As he does so, the pages fan themselves, turning and stretching with a faint rumble not unlike the purr of a cat.

"...down will come baby, cradle and...."