Gavin raised his brows when Ruli asked for details on his dreams. Kire, too, turned her attention to him, glancing out the window now and then as she waited for his explanation. “Er—okay.” 
	“Go ahead, this’ll take a while, they’re too evenly matched anyway,” Kire said, finally tearing her eyes from the window. 

	“Uh, sure.” Gavin turned to the two of them. “It’s mostly nonsense. I had the dagger with me, the one you gave me, Kire, and I was standing in front of the Red Tower. Then when I looked down, the dagger wasn’t in my hand but in my chest. I wasn’t bleeding or feeling any pain or anything like that, but I remember just staring at the dragon carved in the handle, like I was just confused about how the knife got stabbed into my heart.” Gavin unconsciously touched his chest, as if still checking if the knife wasn’t still embedded there. 
	
	“A moment later, I was inside the chamber with the gate, only all the windows had gates in them. I picked a random gate, and 
stepped out onto these—ruins? I dunno where it was, but it looked like some sort of temple broken into pieces. The skies were red, and I saw people on fire. Not like—not like they were [i]set[/i] on fire, but they seemed calm?” His face scrunched up, knowing he wasn’t making sense. “Then I felt something pulling me back into the gate, and whatever it was pulled me back to the Tower with its claws, all the way through the floors and down into the ground. I woke up then, feeling like I was buried under earth, then realized I buried myself under my pillows. It’s almost funny.” 

	Behind them, the couple watching the sparring match gasped. Kire peered out the window again and grinned. “Looks like Ed gets his revenge,” she said, before turning her attention back to Gavin. “Did you see who, or [i]what[/i], pulled you back into the gate?” 
	Gavin shook his head. “I’m not even sure if it really was claws that grabbed me. Whatever it was, it was much bigger than me.” 
	“Hm.” [i]Why did he dream of the Tower, though? Is it just the gate?[/i] Kire went to sit, taking her plate but waiting for Ruli to finish before she started on it. “So no dragons in your dream?”

	“Dragons?” Gavin frowned again. “Nope. No dragons, besides the one on the knife.” 
	Kire huffed. “There is not enough coffee in both worlds to make any of this comprehensible at the moment.”
	“Is it supposed to mean anything?” Gavin asked. “Did you have weird dreams, too?”
	“Yeah. But the hell if I know what they mean.”