Gareth slowly rose with a long yawn, and he found the top of his head and his forehead aching with pain. The final moments of his dream were fleeting and ephemeral. Cracks filled the buildings of the bleak world of his nightmare, and it seemed like all of the voices slowly progressed into supportive tones. All this came when Gareth, crowned with an oak branch lined with irises, white lilies, comet orchids and oak leaves, smote Cain with an arrow through the head. His eyes opened a little more optimistically this time, and his dream opened him to a sort of metaphysical experience. 'Just [i]what[/i] was that?' thought Gareth curiously. Perhaps he felt a little more spiritual then, but he held onto the fantasy presented to him in the dream—though it was bizarre, it gave him hope.

He came to his senses and relieved himself of the drunkenness of awakening, and a grunt past his lips. "Ah, uh, yeah..." Harker sat on the edge of his bed, his hand scratching his head and his leg lethargically.