I woke up with Henry in the plaza of the Cathedral. "So what does this dream have?" I asked. Henry put his finger to his lips and shushed me. He pointed over to in front of the Barbatos statue.

I walked forward into a crowd that was gathered and saw a memory of Henry, our old friend and a former deaconess of the Cathedral: Sasha, and myself playing instruments, singing, and just having fun. I was on the lute, Henry was playing the violin, and Sasha was singing. I swayed at the song we were performing. A song about eternal friendship. And how bonds of love last longer than eternity. "I remember this. This was the first time we played this song. This was the first time we got any money at all for our performances. Not that we wanted it," I said. I tried to put my hand out but and invisible wall stopped me. "Sorry babe but this is a dream and a memory. You can't just reach out and touch them. It's like time traveling," Henry said. I sighed. I missed the real Henry and Sasha so much. Tears fell from my eyes. "You see even the most splendid of dreams can be twisted into a nightmare," Henry said. I stomped on the ground and fell through it into another dream leaving Henry behind.