Heading inside, he lets her lead. Before entering the bedroom he pauses and removes his dreamcatcher, holding it for a long moment before setting it down on a nearby bookshelf and coming in after her. Even in the comfort of her arms, it takes a long time before he can fall asleep.

Perhaps it is that Questing Country was on his mind. And perhaps it was the lake that preyed upon his thoughts. But whatever the reason, he finds himself walking along the shore of a depthless black lake spangled with diamonds beneath a sky of beautiful pinks dotted with clouds of butterfly wings in a myriad of hues. His feet leave dark, melted tracks in the icicle grass. He's not sure why he's here, but the nearby spires of twisted, pearly ivory draw him. They're carved like birch trees and he strokes the trunks with a soft smile.