Her breath laboured. With her death, House Stark would disappear, none of her living siblings could bear children, the others dead. The only Stark left was in exile, nobody had heard from him for five years. Her throat constricted as the darkness enveloped her. "Wake up...." She was a stupid girl, who kept having the same seven stupid dreams, of escaping the monster who was Ramsey Bolton. Dreams of jumping off the battlements with Theon, finding Jon, fighting for their home and Westeros, first against the whitewalkers and then the Dragon Queen, all before she died alone. She thought they were dreams, until Ramsey told her Jon had become the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch. Were her dreams a version of the future? Was it set in stone? Could she change it? All Sansa had to do, was take Theon's hand and jump....