Crane was going down a jungle path. The plants all seemed scared, yet happy to see him. He turned off the path as the plants urged him in a certain direction. Then the jungle broke out into field, a wide dead field. The soil has obviously been rich and still had some of its nutrients, but the trees, where had the trees gone that had used to stand here.

Then he saw a group of men on the other side of the meadow. They swung at the trees with large axes chanting some sort of song as the chopped.

Crane's eyes widened and filled with rage, he was about to have the still alive trees womp them all, but then one of them turned to look at him and raised their bow.

Crane sat up in his bed breathing hard, he sighed lightly and shook his head trying to clear it of the dream.  Rosethorn's face swam up in his thoughts and he remembered her mentioning going to the jungle. The dreams were pulling him as well. He looked over at his bedside table and touched the rectangular stone sitting on it. It lit up showing numbers that read 6:01.

Well, might as well get up now, he thought and swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood up. He took a clean robe out of the closet and pulled it on. He walked out of his room and went outside and started heading for Discipline. The sky was a dark blue covered in millions of little bright dots. In the east there was a faint yellow glow, hinting of the day that would soon begin. The little house on the outskirts of Winding Circle, Discipline, came into sight he realized that it was very early in the morning. Who would be up?

He was about to turn back when he thought he heard someone talking, then he saw a figure standing in Rosethorn's garden stooped over and apparently looking at the plants.

He strode over to the garden wondering who it was; as he came closer he realized it to be Rosethorn.

She was talking softly to the Cosmos. He smiled slightly; she didn't know he was there yet.

He walked softly up behind her and touched her shoulder. She gave a little gasp and spun around eyes wide. Seeing Crane she relaxed and gave a little smile then raised her eyebrows.

"What are you doing here?" she whispered loudly.

"The subconscious half of my brain led me here?" he asked.

"Huh," Rosethorn said and turned around sitting down in the dirt next to the cosmos.

"Dreams?" he asked.

Rosethorn nodded and continued looking at the cosmos. They'd been droopy lately. Suddenly she acknowledged that fact that she and Crane were not arguing.

"Huh," she said again, "Go away."

Crane chose to ignore this remark as he couldn't think of a good comeback and instead remained standing straight and tall with the usual arrogant look on his face.

"There's a boat leaving for the jungle this afternoon. I did some research on it. I'm pretty sure it's the right jungle," she said absentmindedly as she attempted to get the cosmos to perk up.

Crane frowned, "Today? Rosethorn, your going to the jungle on account of dreams? Yes, I know they're very pulling dreams"-

"So you admit it!" Rosethorn stood up and turned around to face him eyes gleaming.

"Admit what?" Crane asked keeping his composure.

"That you've been having the dreams as well! The jungle path, the clearing, the men with the axes!" Rosethorn told him.

Crane nodded, "Yes, but that's off the subject, now how did you figure out that the jungle the boat is going to is the right jungle?"

She shrugged, "a feeling. A strong feeling."

"Ah, so we're going to jungle on account of dreams and feelings," Crane said raising his eyebrows.

"Then your coming?" Rosethorn asked knowing she had won the argument.

Crane took a deep breath trying to not explode at her and not let his anger show, that was the key in all arguments, never let your opponent know your angry, act as though your not even arguing at all.

Rosethorn grinned a smug look on her face then turned around and walked towards Discipline.

Well, Crane thought, I ought to go tell Moonstream, and go pack my bags. What am I getting into to, all alone, in the jungle with Rosethorn as my partner?