He seems to be in a back room somewhere. He can see the ends of several different mechanisms that occasionally activate with a pneumatic whoosh or the grind of gears. Not much to rave about. He's definitely not liking the trend of the last few group dreams. There's definitely been a lot of spooky goin on.

When he first arrives, Gabriel immediately knows that something is up. His hands, when he looks at them, are older. His frame is a little bit taller, narrower. Curious about what form the dream has thrust upon him, he adds a mirror to the room. He starts back for a brief moment, his heel bumping into discarded papers covered in dust and grime. It's not everyday that you see Death itself. After getting used to the idea of seeing Death in the mirror, he leans in to examine himself.