Dreaming again? He must be. He doesn't recall gong to sleep, and yet here he is. At first he thinks it's the Garden - but he realizes it's indoors, a lovely room full of life, imagined though it may be. Well, at least it's a pleasant dream. He moves through it quietly, drawn toward the fountain, soothed by the sound of running water. If he must dream, he hopes they're always so peaceful.

He realizes he's not alone. There's a small woman in the room as well, drifting around just like him. She seems to be looking for something. Maybe she doesn't know she's dreaming. And he is certain he didn't dream her up. Her presence is quite strong, her identity very marked and separate from his own. She doesn't feel human, either - he's not sure what she feels like. Quite curious. He catches her eye and makes a little wave.

"Hello," he says pleasantly. "You look a little lost."