The next dream that Stell led the group into felt like Remembered's universe once again, but there was once again no sign of them. Instead, yet another version of Marius von Raum sat in what seems to be his room on the Aurora. There are notes on the walls, attempts at drawings that have faded and twisted, pictures that have turned wrong.
Some appear to be dissolving. One picture, more distinct than the rest, shows a figure disappearing, piece by piece.
He doesn't look up at the sound of footsteps. Doesn't do anything but close his eyes tighter.
"If you don't know their name, keep walking," he said, sounding far, far too tired. "And-- and if you're going to tell me it's my fault, I--"
"You."
"Oh, joy. Dagr." Memory's eyes blink open, just enough to take in the group. "And friends. I-- this isn't a part of the dream, is it?"
