Something is wrong; something is horribly, horribly wrong. What I see before me is not Babylon Gardens, but some kind of water-filled town much like Venice. I'm standing on a bridge, watching as chairs, clothing, paper and all kinds of crap fly in the wind like leaves in fall. I look around the town and it appears to be empty. Am I all alone? What is this place? Am I on drugs?
"You're not alone, and you're not high. As for where you are, well..." I answer, only it's not me who answers. I turn around to find myself face to face with a weird lookalike of me – almost like a doppelganger. He looks every bit like me, only the beige parts are now a deep brown like chocolate, his collar's colors are inverted, and instead of a white king as the tag, it is a black rook. He's upside down and levitating with a huge grin on his face a lot like how Kitsune grins.
"What the howl..? Who... who are you?" I ask.
"Technically, I am King Milton." He replies politely. "Although to avoid confusion and several other things, I tend to go by the name 'Bishop'."
"So why do you have a rook as your tag?"
"Because originally I went by that name, and then Special Delivery came around. Allow me to fix this." 'Bishop' clicks his fingers and the rook changes to the appropriate piece for his nickname. "Before you ask, I can do that because this is all a dream, so go wild." His grin becomes uncannily large and he flies off.
So this is all a dream, huh? Since I'm aware that I'm dreaming, doesn't this mean I'm having a lucid dream? I experiment with what I can do, and spin a chair 360 degrees merely with the twirl of a finger. I wonder if I can create more people, this place feels rather empty with only me and some strange half-duplicate of me. And that's when I see Bailey stroll by on a nearby bridge.