As the carriage moved quickly along the rough, dry road, Johnathan Harker looked out at the changing view. Behind him was a land of small, green hills and colourful fields of fruit trees. Now he was driving into the Transylvanian mountains through a thick forest. It was getting dark, and the other people in the carriage were quiet and afraid. A bear woman opposite him reached towards him and put something in his paw. It was a small, silver cross. "Wear it around your neck," she said. "You'll be safe"