Now he could see it as perfectly as if he were there. Lee froze, turning and going back to the cell and leaning against the narrow bars that could barely allow the arm up to the elbow to be pushed in or out. "A large, rounded lake with a small stream feeding it near that peeling red boat. If you look closely at the side of the boat you can see letters, but the whole name is buried in the earth. You just see ALA. And you always speculated as to what it might really say, and you thought one day you might dig down to see what's under that boat, and what that name really is. In the evening, the sky over the pines becomes a crimson red and orange tone like orange and raspberry ice cream. I know the place because it's real. Perhaps you dream about it?" Lee shrugged a little.

"Maybe when you dream about it you feel like someone's with you there. Maybe he's just out of sight, though. Maybe when he speaks, it's too low for you to hear." When he dreamed, it didn't feel like pieces were missing. He was there with his childhood friend, but now they were all grown up. Now the war didn't exist, only they did, only the lake and the sky above them, constantly changing, shifting, becoming more and more beautiful the longer he slept. Lee scratched his arm, pulling at the cloth and gauze bandages he kept there purposefully. Underneath was a small dragon tattoo that held half a moon. He just called it a burn he didn't like to look at anymore.