It takes you some time, but eventually, you realise that this is a recreation of your room at Havenguard. Except for the furniture, it is identical in every detail—save that it is white, and somehow, comforting.
You don’t know how many micro-dreams you’ve had, or how long you’ve been in the room, when a figure slowly coalesces—as if it were being constructed out of clouds. The figure who is finally revealed is an older man, a little thick in the middle, with a thick, drooping moustache.
He is wearing Marvo Bresrin’s uncle’s coat.
Your coat.
Hello Walter, he says. And everything slides into place; he is Marvo Bresrin’s uncle. What was his name? Elias?
Don’t worry, you are safe here, the man says. You can relax. But your friends...most of them haven’t been so lucky. You’re going to have to go soon. But here. Take this. He removes his coat, and gives it to you. It remains somewhat insubstantial in your hands, feeling a little bit like you’re trying to hold onto water. You slide it on, and a sense of warmth and calm envelopes you. Perhaps this is what a mother’s embrace feels like.
Good luck, the old man says, as he slowly fades away, as a brisk wind disperses smoke. You’re going to need it.
You awaken back at Kendra’s house. Somewhere, someone is screaming.