Winter had swept across her mind like a chilly white blanket. Her thoughts had been subdued, stunted even, as she lay in a coma-like repose, awaiting the return of a spring in her step, of the early morning cry of the kookaburra and the warbling magpie's song. Had she been dreaming or was this a step back into another time.. as she flowed through a breezy space pungent with the wafting sharpness of gum leaves... was she to become The Outlander From Downunder....