Atropos returned a while later, waking in the pitch black room as Katarina slept. By touch and memory she made her way back to Remniche through the passages, slowly regaining her awareness before reaching the town again. Finding a bench to sit on, she sat down to simply enjoy things. Idly she wondered if she were spending too much time in the dream. Every time it got more difficult to make herself wake up. It was like losing her sight again, every time, and being plunged back into a world of perfect darkness. She hated it but it was the real her. She was Katarina, not Atropos.

She sighed in anger at herself and stood up to leave, deciding to either go find another Oneiros or find somewhere to explore.