Matilda, you did not visit my dreams last night; could it be that the presence of another distracts me sufficiently that I do not hear your echo in the Dreaming? Or could it be that you have gathered your awareness and reentered this plane? In taking physical form, if you have in fact donned a tangible form, have you left the realm of thoughts and dreams? Did you not wish to intrude upon a rare, peaceful moment?

Or has the voice of Artos caught your ear? In the Dreaming I hear his voice, declaring me to be without kin until the day that I returned what I had taken. But how can I give back even one life, much less four, when the minds, bodies, and spirits of those lost cannot be found? Has the consequence of his pronouncement frightened you away, convinced you that I'm worth neither consideration nor even the time of day?