"Are you awake yet?" Connor was sitting in a wide, grassy field, staring up at the sky. Clouds were scattered around the brilliant blue expanse. To the right of him, a foamy blue sea smashed against rocks, battering itself against it. By him, a young girl, maybe ten, was lying by him. Her face had a wide, giggling grin set against it, highlighted by azure eyes. She slowly got up, rumbling her skirt. "Come on, we've been here foreeveerrrrr." She groaned. Connor blinked, and slowly raised a hand. 

It was flesh and blood. Veins ran through it, and the fingers were long and rough. Skin covered bone and muscle. Not the hard! seemingly disjointed rocks of some stone goliath. He raised himself, dusting off dirt. Lime green grass stains covered his knees and arms. His daughter stood beside him, holding his arm. "Can I ride on your back? I'm tired." She said, grabbing onto his shirt. Shirt..? He had clothes on. Clothes. He wasn't bare naked. "I'm tired, Ellie. Can it wait?" He said, reluctantly. "Nope." His daughter grabbed into his back, climbing up with surprisingly agility.

"Alright." Connor took several long strides, holding his daughter on his shoulders. He actually felt himself smile, and a hot, wet tear rolled down his cheek. 

Connor awoke with a start, it wasn't yet morning, but he had awoken. Connor scratched his shoulder, feeling the stone grind against stone. He had become accustomed to it over the past few days, like his joints creaking as if he was 50 and not 30, or the fact that he was almost three times the height he was before, or the fact that he had the blood of multiple lives on his hand. It was just becoming routine. Something that he had to deal with each morning, just like drinking coffee.
 
The cave was still dark, the blackness pressing in all around him. He could make out some faint figures. Tony, Ralph, and the new guy. Outside of the cave, he could make out the silhouette of the cage and Verlassën, who seemed to be snuggled up against two blurry figures. Probably the foxes that had come out of nowhere when they last fought the wolf. The wolf. He regarded her cage with pure anger. He had almost never held a grudge against anymore, but now he felt more rage than ever.

Connor sighed, lolling his head back against the cave wall. He supposed he would just wait until morning again.