The Lone One once again leaned back, resting. It was tiresome to send a full avatar for so long into a world so far from His. But it had been worth it. He felt better than He had in a long while, just to be in such a close vicinity to His spark. Yes, simply overshadowing a being to suit His own needs would take less energy, but there was always risk of discovery. The girl and her companions had met quite a few overshadowed beings a while back, and would likely catch on.

Satisfied was not usually a word to describe Him, yet He found Himself very nearly that. Being near His spark, The spark, filled Him in some way.

Into her dreams He slipped again, and this third time appeared just a few feet from where she was waiting, arms crossed. He played a dangerous game, visiting so many times, but He could not help Himself. The spark drew Him. She spoke immediately, not waiting to see if He would say anything.

"Fairest and Fallen," she repeated, "Again greeting and defiance. I don't know why you can't speak, if it is because I will not let you or if you simply will not. If you can speak, please say something."

He stared at her and opened His mouth, and tried to say something. Anything. No sound came out. He knew that He could speak; He could feel it, yet something held Him back. It felt as though whatever He said to her would come out a threat, a curse. So He closed His mouth and simply looked at her. She looked frustrated, trying to figure out why He would not or could not speak. As He watched, she released a spell from her bracelet and activated it. A visible wave of gold characters in the Speech went off around them in rings, surrounding them.

"If you were unable to talk because of something in the dream, or my subconscious, you can now and nothing will block you." She told Him, looking expectant. There was a pregnant pause.

Again He opened and closed His mouth, unable to think of anything to say. It showed in her face that she understood now that it was because He was choosing not to talk when He said nothing, not some limitation of her dream state. She vanished, and so did He, taking back with him the sound of a sharp ringing, an alarm clock. He concentrated and focused His energy, a writhing black mass, towards the earth, her earth, and siphoned off a pinprick. It formed itself into the shape of a human boy, with red hair and black clothes.