[When Snow finally succumbs to the sleepiness and closes her eyes, it's not her own dream she wakes up in, though it might be difficult to discern at first, what with her waking up in a forest and all -- a forest at night, dark and eerie.
It may be difficult to hear over the wind catching in the leaves, making the trees move, but it carries whispers, voices intertwining so that it's hard to make out what they're saying. But one voice carries over the others, a woman's voice, whispering over and over again the same thing: he's trying to kill me.]