Finding somewhere cosy and quiet in London seemed to be like a miracle. Dream had found a water display, and hung out there. He was sulking, as he stared into the water, while I sat on the edge of the display. Staring out at the peacefulness of the area being empty. The silence between us was deafening, it was like he didn't want to make small talk, and would only talk to me when he felt like it, and tried to make me the instigator for our conversations. I wasn't having it. If he wants to talk to me, he can stir up a conversation.

Every few seconds I caught a glimpse of him staring at me, but it was brief and ended so quickly. What was he playing at?

"Would you like a picture?!" I finally let the words flow, as I could not bear with him staring any longer. "It will surely last longer," I remarked, annoyed, fixing my gaze upon him. "Are we planning on standing here all night? Or do you have a marvellous plan in that head of yours?" I went on, changing the topic, as I know he wanted to find his sand badly.

Before he could speak a word, the sound of wings flapping came to my ear, and my head turned to the right to see Dream's Raven landing next to me.I watched Matthew with caution, as he took a few steps forward.

"I'm back," he said, his eyes landing on Dream.

"Yes, in spite of my telling you to leave," he remarks, annoyance filling the air.

"Oh, you talk to the bird, but not me," I spoke under my breath, pissed that he speaks to a bird, but not me. Do we simply not have anything in common?

"I... I can't. I... The boss lady told me–"

"Lucienne is not your master," Dream replies, cutting off Matthew from speaking.

"She told me you'd say that too," she literally thought of everything.

"Do you know who I am?" Dream asks Matthew, wanting to know if he knew who his true master was.

"Not entirely, but I...I don't even know who I am anymore," Matthew responds. "A couple hours ago I apparently died in my sleep, and now I... I'm a bird. I used to have thumbs. Now, I have these things," he extends his wings out slightly, showing us.

"Yes. And you must use them to fly back to the Dreaming. This world is not safe," Dream was always demanding, and spilling orders left and right, like a ruler should, but not to a raven.

"You think I don't know that? I lived my whole life here. That's why Lucienne sent me to help you," Matthew was pretty adamant to stay and help.

"My last raven came here to help me," Dream retorted, eyes now focusing on Matthew.

"Yeah? Where is he now?" He replies, clearly he got the wrong gender of Dream's last raven. I bit my tongue, not wanting to make a snide comment or anything. He gets touchy about his last Raven.

"Her name was Jessamy," he said, probably saying her name for the first time in over a century. "She died. Trying to help me," it was all gloom and doom with him, he had emotions for sure. I've seen it up close and personal.

"I'm sorry," Matthew responds, not sure what to truly say in a situation like that. "Look, let me at least help you find this woman. If she's asleep, we've probably got five or six hours before she's on the move again," I noticed out of the corner of my eye, Dream's expression changed when his raven said 'sleep'. Has he truly forgotten who he was? The King of Dreams. Surely, he could find her with ease.

"If she is asleep, then I know exactly where to find her," and with the last words he spoke, he simply vanished in a blink of an eye. Leaving Matthew and I alone, and didn't take us with him.

"You gotta be shitting me!" I quickly stood to my feet, and raised my voice aloud. "I'm gonna ring his neck!" I tried to keep my cool, but I wasn't very ladylike. I huffed as I spun around to face Matthew. "Quick question," I recomposed myself, and gave him a small smile. "Did Lucienne say anything about me?" I just wanted to know. If she truly covered all of her bases.

"Told me not to trust you, and to keep an eye on you," he replied to my question without hesitation.

"Of course she did," I rolled my eyes while I spoke the words. Even from the Dreaming, she's a pain in my arse. "Fly around, do whatever," I waved my hand out to him, as I began to walk forward, not having a care in the world in what he does.

"Where are you going?"

"You think Dream is the only person who can locate a mortal?" I chuckled at the end of my sentence, as he wasn't the only one who could disappear.

With that being said, I blinked, and my sights changed to that of a messy room within an apartment. I noticed in the darkness that things were cluttered together, or slung on the floor.

Suddenly, the light to the room switches on, and I cock my head to the door just in time for our eyes to lock with one another.

"Knew you wouldn't be far behind," Constantine chuckles at my arrival. "You both glued together or something?" She remarks, but I couldn't just let that one slide.

"Like that arm of that child from your dream?" I shot back at her, and she stopped mid-step and took her eyes upon me.

"How-How did-"

"You underestimate my power," I state with a wicked smile tugging at the corner of my lips. But she shook it off, and passed me to get to some desk. My eyes landed on Dream, hands in pocket, and his eyes locked onto mine. "Next time, communicate," I swayed over to stand near him. "Ass," I spoke under my breath, but loud enough for him to hear it.

"Why do you humans love objects so much?" Dream states, noticing how much junk she had saved.

"They do come in handy sometimes," she responds, holding a contraption in her hand, before throwing it to the side. "You seem pretty attached to your sand," she went on, leaning back up from looking in a desk drawer.

"It's not just an object, it's a part of me," I was hearing the same shit over and over. Why did I agree to come on this again?

"If that's true, how'd you happen to lose it?" Constantine went on, shifting from one place to another.

"It was stolen by another magic user called Burgess," Dream recalled. A name I haven't heard in over a century. Constantine seemed to peak in interest with the last name.

"Wait, not Roderick Burgess? The old Demon King himself, eh?" Constantine explains, he even got a title from his time. "Everyone used to say he was a fake. Said he had the Devil locked up in his basement. How the fuck did you..." I pressed my lips together, as she made the connection. That the devil wasn't the one locked up in his basement.

"There goes the light bulb," I remarked, my lips turning into a smug grin. They stared at one another for a few moments, the air becoming intense and silent.

"Shit," she was finding it unbelievable right now. She walks from her searching spot, to us. "Wasn't the devil he had locked up in his basement, was it?" Dream did not speak a word, just gave her a look with these glassy eyes - like he was going to cry. "Were you down there? All this time?" Dream did not answer, and drifted his eyes from hers.

"It's a touchy subject," I leaned forward, and used my hand to whisper, so Dream wouldn't see my lips moving. I noticed that he picked up a photo strip with about four images on.

"Is this you?" He asks, staring at the photos.

"Why? Do I look that different?" She steps forward, and grabs the photo strip from him. "Or younger?"

"No," he states. "Happy," a word I didn't think I would hear from him. Constantine looked at the photos for a few seconds, before raising her head up, and taking a sigh.

"Shit... I know where your sand is," Constantine didn't look too happy about where the sand was. Or the person she had left it with.

"Then let's go get it," I announced, as it was that simple. Constantine takes us where she thinks the sand is, we collect it, and are on our way to Hell to get Dream's helm. Hell, I haven't been down there in thousands of years, and I was excited to see the place again.

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