It was a sweep of cold air across his face that pulled Dante out of his sleep. 

The air around him was pleasantly warm; not like the harsh, humid tail-end of July he’d been enjoying for the last few days, nor the deadly dry season he knew would be coming to replace it in a few short weeks. Even with the cool breeze, it was just warm enough that he didn't much feel like moving from where he was. Opening his eyes and lying prone on the ground as strength slowly returned to his body, he wondered where he was; he’d been out of the house for most of the day, but the last thing he could remember before he woke up put him on the way back home, not some strange countryside. 

On a better day- one where he wasn’t reliving the time he’d had a few drinks with his parents- that might have been enough to tell him that something was very, very wrong.

Instead, it was the mutterings from off to the side that caused him to turn over that clued him in. 

His vision was blurry; but there was no mistaking the three other people lying on the ground nearby him, none of them seeming conscious. His heart nearly skipped a beat as his mind began to warm up and consider possibilities; but it soon enough found itself distracted.

After all, there was no mistaking that- rather than the other three figures- the sounds of conversation were coming from the two [i]nondescript pink blobs[/i] hovering above them. 

He blinked, his vision clearing and focusing. The blurriness went away, but the pink blobs [i]didn’t[/i]. A moment passed, and he stayed silent as the two creatures seemed to bicker amongst themselves.

“... The hell was in that water?” He asked aloud, his voice reasonably quiet even as he pulled himself up, weakly and shakily but strong enough to get into a sitting position. Either he was still asleep and hadn't realized it just yet, or his neighbours hadn’t been kidding about fae living in the local pipeline.