I'm rudely awoken by boisterous yells. As I blink my eyes open, I see the pango planted on Zack's face.
"What's going on?"

Zack leaps off the bed, continuing his scolding, and the pango scurries under the pillow.
"I think you scared him."

"Get out of there!"
He snatches the pillow to reveal the pango contently blobbing over his dischargers. The pangos eyes are slitted shut and he wears a silly grin.

"Don't even think about it!"
Zack scoops up his dischargers and forcefully gives them a shake. The pangos eyes snap open as he wobbles in the air, clinging on for dear life.

"Poi!"
That sounded strangely defiant.

Zack doesn't cease his shaking, and somehow the pango seems to hanging on.

"P-Poi!"
His small body jiggles up and down until he finally bounces to the floor.

"Poi poi!"
He glares daggers at Zack, who is too busy inspecting his dischargers to notice.

There's a sharp knock at the door.
Too tired to care what's going on right now, I shuffle to the door and open it a crack.

"I heard yelling. Is everything o-"
She cuts off mid-sentence and her eyes grow wide.
I look behind me to see Zack dangling his dischargers high in the air while the pango leaps up to reach it.

"These aren't for you to absorb!"

"Poi!"

"Uh..."
There's only so much I can handle. This is just too silly.

"...I'll just wait for you guys downstairs..."
Her tone indicates that she shares my opinion.

Before I can answer, she turns around and walks away.
I can't blame her for that. I close the door and start getting dressed.

A long while later, I emerge from the room with the pango sitting on my head. Zack has his dischargers back in their holsters and shoulders his pack.
We head downstairs and meet Leanna who is sitting at one of the tables.

"Is everyone ready?"

Fully healed I'd say...
"Yup."

"Yeah, as long as that thing doesn't come near my dischargers again."

"Poi poi."
The pango sticks out his tounge.

Leanna speaks before the two of them can start again.
"Alright! Then let's hit the road."

With one final nod, she leads the way out of the inn and back into town.

The rest of the journey towards Illumia is peaceful yet uneventful. The pango snoozes on my head for most of the way there.
Leanna frequently sneaks a peak at him and smiles to herself. Zack keeps to himself and continues to be in the lead for 'fewest lines spoken'.

I am deep in thought as I analize the data I've got. Well, deep in one thought, since my good friend Oberon, the latest Barsen'thor of the Jedi Coucil, tought me how to follow two different thoughts at the same time.
Anyway, this shadow magic is basically power of the dark side, just used differently. Altough there's another part to it, which I can't quite place… But since the Force always tries to hold the balance, shadow magic is so much stronger than a single elemental magic. So even if this is a primitive civilisation, their usage of the Force is no joke and I'm quite curious to learn these techniques myself.

By mid-day, I can see the stone buildings of Illumia. We make it through the city gates without incident.
Unlike the quaint houses of Meadowhill Village, Illumia is built taller and grander, reminding me somewhat of the Spire. There's more noise as people fill the streets.

Zack stares down a sidestreet.
"This is me."

I crane my neck and peer into an alcove.

"It's a shortcut to the inn."

Leanna nods.
"Safe travels. Hopefully our paths will cross again."

"Good luck at the Mage Academy."

He heads into the alley.

"Do you think we will see him again?"

She shrugs.
"Mercenaries have a way of just popping up. Let's keep moving. The Mage Academy is straight ahead, closer to the center of town."
She points to a looming tower with a high steeple. As we get closer, I see that the tower is attached to a castle.
It is about as grand as the Sith Academy, but less dread inducing.

"You studied here?"

"Yup."

"It definitely looks prestigious."

She notices my wonder.
"What's your academy like?"

"The one I learned in? Hmm, where do I start?"
I don't really have any fond memories of that place. Seing my dearest friend killed before me, being humiliated at every corner, death looming over me permanently...
"It is about as grand, only not as liberal."

"What do you mean?"

"Hmm, imagine that everyone who shows capability in magic is constrained to go there by the goverment. Furthermore, the teaching methods are quite... destructive. There are many casualities."

"T-That sounds absolutely awful! How could someone do that?!"

"Well, it was. I don't know if it's still that bad, as I haven't been there for years. And it was just the way the Empire did things. That was just the way the Sith did things."

"Empire? Sith?"
She looks confused. Understandable. Now is not the time nor the place for this conversation, however.

"The Sith Empire, not the nicest guys around and the realm where I was born."
"Probably." I mutter
"But I think this is neither the place nor the time for the rest of that conversation."

"I understand. We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."
She gives me a commiserative smile.

"Thank you."
I smile back.

"Anyway, how does it work in the Mage Academy?"

"Everyone here must learn magic and casting, but after that we are able to choose a discipline."

"Like becoming a Mage-Knight?"

"Yeah, that's right."
Her pleasant smile is already back.

We begin making our way down the grand streets of Illumia.
Once we arrive at the academy, Leanna pushes right through the wrought iron gates and leads me across the expansive quad.
Students pass by in flocks, chatting animatedly. Each of them wears nearly identical long cloaks, differing only in colour.
Leanna glances excitedly at a girl wearing a white cloak.

"Do you know her?"

"No, but we're in the same house!"

"What does that mean?"

"You can tell by her cloak. White means she's learning wind magic."

I pay more attention to the specific colours: there's white, red, blue and green.
"I bet I can guess which colour represents what. Wind is white-"

Leanna nods. Red, the colour of passion for fire, blue like water and green like the flora.

"Red is fire, blue is water and green is earth."

She grins.
"You got it."

We walk past an enclosed field. A young man sporting a green cloak holds a book in one hand, and with his other, aims his manipulator straight ahead of him.
His mouth is pressed in concentration and beads of sweat line his forehead.
After a few tense moments, the earth rumbles beneath him and dirt spikes shoot out of the ground! This may not be compareable to the Forcequake, but it could be useful in a battle. Well, at least, if I could get rid of this high cast time. It is impressive, regardless.

"Come on!"
Leanna pulls on my arm, reverting my attention back to the task at hand.
We enter the east wing of the castle and come into an open foyer.
There are only a scattering of students wandering these halls, and most are accompanied by an adult wearing long black robes. I assume they must be the Inquisitors, or however they may be called here.
Leanna scans each Inquisitor we pass, as if looking for someone specific.
She leads me up a winding staircase, then grins when she spots an older man with greying hair. His robes are pleated with white stripes and he carries a staff in one hand.

"Professor Oran!"

So they're called professors, huh? Gotta remember that.
He, however, turns at the sound of his name and matches Leanna's grin.

"Leanna! One of my best and brightest. What a pleasant suprise."

She smiles bashfully at the compliment.
"It's great to see you again."

"What brings you to the academy?"

"Actually, I'm here on official business. I'm sure you've heard of the random concentrations of magical energy by now."

He nods.

"Well, I've found someone who was directly impacted."

She gestures to me.
I shift to stand more straight as his gaze falls on me. Although he looks intently at me, I can sense his curiosity.

"What exactly do you mean by 'impacted'?"

"I was investigating a report of unusual magic energy readings in Meadowhill, and it turns out the concentrated energy originated from him!"

Professor Oran raises a skeptical eyebrow.
"That level of energy would tear a human apart from the inside. Are you sure you weren't mistaken?"

I supress a chuckle. I am no ordinary human, not anymore.

"My manipulator read the energy level."

"Hmm."

"Maybe we can use the academy's equipment to scan him again?"

"Yes, let's do that."

He motions for us to follow him, then turns down the hallway.
We arrive at a spacious room.
There's a large device on one end of the room which is seperated by a wall of glass.
The device has two panels on the side which stretch about eight feet off the ground.
On the other side of the room are a handful of students and professors.
They constantly focus their manipulators in what I assume to be magical tests and every so often jot down notes.
A couple of pangos openly roam about the room, mostly ignored by the people.
If one wanders a little too close to a crystal, a student chases it away. Otherwise, they leave each other be.

"I thought you said pangos weren't really welcomed in society?"

Leanna looks fondly around the room, a reminiscent smile on her face.
"They aren't, but mages tend to like them. Pangos absorb residue energy on the mage from casting which is suprisingly nice. Kind of feels like a gentle massage."

Professor Oran gives her a soft nudge.
"Go ahead."

She nods, and turns to me.
"We're going to take another scan of you now."

"You're talking about that huge thing behind the glass, right?"

"Yeah. It looks intimidating but it functions in the same way as my manipulator."

"Alright."

One of the students leads me to the device and has me stand between the two panels. There's a crystal mounted on top of each panel.
As he closes the glass door, the quiet mumbling of voices is muted into silence.
A beam of light emits between the the crystals and slowly descends towards my head, passing through my torso, and disappearing at my feet.
Once the light is gone, the same student lets me back into the room.
Professor Oran looks grave, while Leanna's mouth is pressed into a firm frown.

"This can't be right. Maybe we should scan him again."

"Leanna, the levels that you have reported would have killed this young man."

"Even so, how is it possible that this scan shows he has zero magical energy?"

Well, I do restrain and hide my presence in the force, but I do that always. People tend to get uncomfortable when I let my power flow uncontrolled.
She holds out her manipulator. Just as when we'd first met, a pale light glows. Unlike our initial meeting, as she holds her manipulator closer to me, the light remains unchanged.
Leanna's face falls. Professor Oran puts a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"Had he just casted? Perhaps it was magical residue which you had read. As you know, that tends to slowly leave the body after each magic use."

She shakes her head.
"It was too high a reading to just be residue."

I decide to step in.
"The last time Leanna scanned me like that the light pulsed so much it became flat-lined."

Professor Oran seems intrigued.
"Then perhaps it was a faulty reading from your manipulator."

"Perhaps..."
I can hear the skepticism in her voice.

"It seemed to be working fine before."

Leanna shakes her head if asking me not to continue.

"I should get back to my students, but I hope I get to see you again."

Professor Oran gives Leanna's shoulder one last comforting squeeze before he leaves.
While our discussion had taken place, I noticed the pangos would watch me with interest. A green one starts to gravitate towards us.
It seems to be heading towards me. Intriguing.

"Poi?"

I look down and see my wobbly blue friend at my feet.

"Hey, you're back."

"Poi!"

He bounces on the ground and fixes me with his wide smile.
Suddenly, he stops and stares at the green pango who blinks back at him. He hops towards it and grins.

"Poi... poi poi?"

"Poi!"

My pango's eyes widen.

"Poi?!"

"Poi poi!"

The green pango grins and hops away and my pango follows it.
I have no idea what just happened, but why do I feel all warm and fuzzy inside?
As the pangos run off, a professor in a wheelchair rolls towards us.
Although he's lost all of his hair, he doesn't seem as old as some of the others.

"Leanna."

His voice is kind and gentle, and she doesn't bother containing her suprise.

"Professor Exavier!"

He smiles at Leanna.
"It's always nice to see a familiar face."

He sure is right. After Lana pulled me out of that carbonite, I was glad to have at least one familiar face around me.
Then he turns his attention the me.

"It's nice to meet you, sir."

"You as well."

"Professor, is there something I can help you with?"

"Leanna, how high was your original energy reading?"

"In the thousands."

He creases his brow and ponders quietly.

"Tell me, are you familiar with the theory of temporal rifts?"

Temporal rifts? Nope, never heard of it.
Leanna and I both shake our heads.

"In the most basic sense, a temporal rift occurs when the fabric of the universe is torn. In the midst of this tear, there is a moment where the parallel worlds overlap."

Leanna and I glance sharply at each other.
If I found myself in another dimension altogether...

"Would it be possible to cross between these worlds?"

"It may be in theory, but it'd be very difficult. After all, that type of travel between worlds would require an immense amount of energy! An amount that no human would be able to manipulate and survive. That's why most elders have dismissed this idea as nonsense. But listening to all that's been said today, it coincides quite closely with this theory..."

Hmm... If the high amount of energy was already present for a few days in Meadowhill, it rules out that my attempt at the ritual for interplanetary travel caused this.
So what may be the reason for this temporal rift? What, or who caused it? I am quite intrigued.

"What more can you share about this theory?"

"Well, not much, I'm afraid. As I said, most consider it to be either nonsense or too inconsequential to waste their time on. Although there is one man who spent his life developing and researching this theory. He used to be an instructor at this academy."

"Is he still in Illumia?"
Leanna decides to chime in.

"Unfortunately, he left many years ago in search of Embermyst."

Leanna purses her lips.
"The hidden city."

He nods.

Considering my current scouting equipment, or lack thereof...
"If it's hidden, I'm guessing it will be hard to find..."

Before he can respond, a student with two long pink pigtails strides over.
"Please allow me to accompany you on your quest."

Her voice is calm and even, yet quite feminine.
Yet professor Exavier replies sternly.
"Absolutely not."

"Could you elaborate on your disapproval? This is an excellent opportunity to further my research and education."

"This is not a Mage Academy sponsored expedition so there won't be mages around to protect you. It's a dangerous journey, especially given the fact that no one knows the location of Embermyst."

The girl stays silent, and I can practically see the cogs in her head spinning as she contemplates his words. Finally, she nods.
"Understood."

As soon as she finishes speaking, she turns on her heel and walks away.

"Uh, what just happened?"

"Pay her no mind. That's just how she is."

"Who is she?"

Leanna chimes in again.
"That's Amelia Estelle, the university's prodigy. She's only a teenager but already a Mage-Caster, which means she can manipulate two different elements at the same time."

I flash her a grateful smile for automatically explaining what a Mage-Caster is.
"I'm guessing Mage-Casters are usually a little older than a teen?"

Leanna grins.
"Just a little. Mage-Casters are usually in their forties."

She must really be something special then. I can imagine the other Mage-Casters aren't so fond of her, though. To see someone less than half your age achieve the same as you can feel humiliating.

"Anyway, thank you for all of your help, professor."

"I'm sorry I wasn't able to be more helpful, but I wish you the best of luck on your journey."

After saying goodbye, his wheelchair moves on its own and pushes him out of the room.

"Did he use wind magic to move his wheelchair?"

"Yeah, how did you notice?"

Besides the fact I could feel a signature of the power similar to Leanna's own, ...
"Well, wheelchairs usually don't move on their own, meaning he had to use magic. And any other magic would've been even more obvious."

Leanna smiles at me and nods.

"As a saying goes: Even the lack of poofs can be a proof. Or something like that."

"Sounds interesting. Do you have any other examples?"

"Hmm, none I can think of out of the blue."

Anyhow, the more I see magic in use in this world, the more I want to learn to harness this power as well. If I come back with mastery of one, or even all elements of magic, ...

"It's alright. But what did you think of everything the professor said?"

"It sounds exactly like what happened to me. We should find this Embermyst city and talk to the professor there."

She nods.
"Unfortunately, no one knows how to get there... Let's stop by the inn. Since it's a hub for travelers from all over, there's bound to be someone who knows something."

I may have a talent for finding hidden things and places, but even I need a direction to look for.
"That sounds like our best course of action."

Once agreed, Leanna leads the way out of the academy.

I follow her through the twisting roads of Illumia.
When asked why we're taking so many turns, she said she wanted to avoid the marketplace, which would be so crowded with people we wouldn't be able to walk through.

Soon, we reach the inn. The place is a lot larger than any other inn we've stayed at so far.
Along with the smoothly crafted dining tables, there's a fireplace along the far wall with labeled chars on the mantle.
The place is fairly busy for this time of day and only a couple of tables are open.
Per usual, Leanna speaks with the innkeeper. I see him point towards a couple by the fireplace.
When she returns, she drops a key in my hand.

"Here's the key to your room. I figured we're going to be spending the night here."

I nod as I pocket my key.

"The innkeeper doesn't know how to get to Embermyst, but he says that, that couple over there comes from the far desert. They might know."

"Maybe we should split up. We can cover more ground that way."

"Good idea. I'll go talk to that couple first."

"Okay."

As Leanna walks away, I survey the room.

I approach a table of misfits. These guys look like they're well-traveled.
There's a tall, bulky man wearing fur boots and a loincloth and very little else. His muscles ripple as he takes a swig from his tankard.
Beside him is a short and stout bearded man. Gold is entwined in his braided beard and a scar runs from his balded head down to his cheek.
The last member of their party is a lithe, blond, elegant man. A bow is slung on his back and his glossy hair spills around it.

"Hello there."

The blond man grins, while the other two peer at me.
"Well, aren't you a tall, refreshing drink of water. I'm Randall, but you can call me 'Randy'.

He winks.

Yeah, no. No further conversation will be worth my time.
"Actually, I'm sorry for bothering you."
I hurry away from their table and survey the room again.

Hm, the loner types usually travel the world, don't they?
I approach the man sitting alone in the far corner of the inn. His head is down as he nurses a tankard. Once I get close, I recognise him.
"Zack?"

His head shoots up and he stares at me with those familiar, stoic eyes.
"Oh, it's you."

"You finished whatever it is you came here to do?"

"Yup."

"Cool..."

He's still as talkactive as ever.

"You finish up ath the academy?"

"Yes. It was... interesting."

"Mages usually are."

"One of them told me of the city of Embermyst."

Zack snorts.
"Sending you on a wild goose chase, huh?"

"I guess that means you don't know where it is either?"

"Nope."

Well, it was worth a shot.
"Alright, well, it was good seing you."

He nods.

Looks like I'm not having much luck. I wonder how Leanna is doing...
Judging from her cute pout, she had about as much success as I did. We make our way back to the bar.

"Greetings."
Amelia waits for us by the bar. I noticed her presence, but Leanna seems startled.

She recovers fast, though.
"What are you doing here?"

"I've come to accompany you on your journey."

"Professor Exavier made it very clear that you were to stay at the academy."

"His logic is rational, but my presence and assistance is far more beneficial for you than it is for me to remain at the academy."

"What assistance?"

"I am aware of the location of Embermyst."

"How is that possible?"
Leanna seems like she doesn't believe her just yet. I can sense the truth in her words, though.

"How I know is irrelevant."

"Alright, when you know, then tell us where it is."

"I will gladly impart this knowledge with you should you accept me as your travel companion."

"But the academy won't let you go."
A valid argument Leanna, if you were to follow the rules.

Amelia shrugs.
"If I cannot go, then I suppose neither can you."

Leanna bites her lip. I can tell she's torn. Amelia knows how to make the best out of her options and how to present a deal.

"We should let her join."

"We shouldn't go against a direct order of the Mage Academy."

Personally, I couldn't care less. Leanna does care, however.
"What other choice do we have?"

She frowns.

"Nobody at this inn knows the location. I doubt we'll find anyone else who can tell us how to get there. Are you really willing to give up this lead?"

Leanna runs her hand through her hair as she thinks. She steals glances at Amelia who watches us with hawk eyes.
Finally, Leanna's expression softens and she nods.
"Fine, you can come with us, but only on the condition that you let us bring extra protection."

"That is a logical conclusion. I am not opposed to it."

"Alright, I'll see if I can find some mages last minute."

"No!"

Both Leanna and I stare at Amelia. That outburst was unexpected.

"Mages will alert the academy of our proposal."

I continue that thought.
"And then they wouldn't let us go."

"Correct."

"I suppose that makes sense..."
Leanna taps a finger to her chin.
"I guess the only other option is to hire a mercenary."

I grin.
"I have just the person in mind."

I lead the two of them to where Zack is sitting.

Leanna greets him.
"Hey, Zack."

He looks up from his tankard. If he's suprised, he doesn't show it.
"I didn't expect to see you so soon."

"We were feeling a little bit of seperation anxiety."

To my suprise, Zack cracks a smile at my joke.

"I'm actually here to do business."

Zack cocks his head slightly.
"You have my attention."

"We need protection for our newest companion."

She nods towards Amelia, who merely stares at Zack. He gives her a once over.
"Isn't she a mage?"

"Yes, but a student."

"That is not an accurate description. I am-"

Leanna glares at her.
"A student."

Amelia either didn't notice or purposefully ignores Leanna's voice, which promises hell.
"While not untrue, I have fulfilled the necessary curriculum to be considered-"

"Amelia!"

Hm, I thought she would say 'a student' again, but Leanna is clearly exacerbated. Amelia cocks her head to the side and studies Leanna curiously.
Guess I have to stop this.
"Anyway. What we're trying to ask is if you are for hire and will you accept this job?"

Zack pauses and takes a long swig from his drink. He looks from me, to Leanna, to Amelia, then pauses again.
Finally, he nods.
"Alright."

"Really? That's great! We're headed to Embermyst."

Zack raises an eyebrow at me.
"You found someone who knows the way."

"Yup."
I point to Amelia.

"Interesting."

"Alright, now that we have our team, what do we do now?"

"There's no point in beginning our journey when the sun is almost gone."

"That's true."

"I should return to the academy before my disappearance is observed."

"Good idea. We can reconvene here tomorrow morning."

The three of us leave Zack alone and Amelia heads out of the inn.
Just as she leaves, a group of young adults burst in.
They laugh loudly and their cheeks are flushed as if from dancing or running. A circle of flowers is on each of their heads.
Leanna gasps.
"Oh, the festival!"

"Festival?"
The heck is a festival?

"Ya, it's a celebration of the spring equinox. Do you want to go check it out?"

So it's like a parade or somehting? Count me in.
"Sounds fun."

Leanna grins.
"It is. It's one of my favourite festivals."

We exit the inn. Although the single moon of this world has traded places in the sky with the sun, streets are still brustling with people.
Leanna and I follow the crowd until we reach town square.
Coloured strings of crystal lights hang from the large trees with pink blossoms lining the perimeter of the square. Their lights spill soft rainbows on the smiling faces of the townsfolk.
The heavenly aroma of spices and grilled meat entices me towards the festivities. A simple stand is set up on one side of the square where musicians play a jaunty tune.
They tap their feet in time to the beat as dancers whirl around the center of the square.
As we pass through the square, giggling girls offer circlets of flowers. Leanna happily accepts hers and lets the girl place it on her head.

Then she speaks up.
"It's so beautiful! Everything looks so different."

Her eyes sparkle and she taps her feet to the rhythm of the music as she watches the pairs of dancers jumping and twirling.
For the first time since we met, Leanna's face holds no trace of caution. My eyes are drawn to her as her smile lights up her eintire face.
She turns toward me and I look her in the eyes, curiously raising a brow.

"Would you... like to dance?"

Yes, yes I would.
"Sure, but I've never danced like that before."

I'm glad I learned to dance for that one sith party I had to attend with Zash after I killed Darth Skotia.

"Oh? How do you normally dance?"
Her eyes glitter as she waits expectantly.

"Well, I need a partner."

"Okay!"
No hesistation at all.

Leanna holds out her hands. In one smooth motion I grab her hand and spin her into me.

"Oh!"

I flash her a winning smile, as I gently dip her. Her cheeks flush as I bring her back up.

"T-that's actually really nice. Let me show you how we do it here!"
She takes my hands in hers and pulls me to a more secluded area on the dance floor.

"For this song, we're going to raise our right hands up so they touch."

She bends her elbow and holds up her arm to eye level. Then she moves my arm so it matches hers. I can feel the warmth of her fingers as they brush my own.

"Our hands will stay here and then we will use our right foot to step to the right, then left foot back, and we'll shift our weight front and back in a ball-change."

As she speaks, she demonstrates the steps.

"Then we do the same thing on the left: left foot left, right foot back and ball-change. Then we step to the right and spin from behind. Come on, try it with me!"

"Alright."

We get into position and Leanna counts off.

"Five, six, seven, eight."

Matching Leanna, I step with my right foot.

"That's it!"

Then I step with my left foot to the back and do a ball-change.
Next we do the same thing on the left side. Then we step with our right foot and spin.
I step to the right and spin from behind. Leanna and I are a step apart.

"Uh, did we do this right? Are we supposed to be this far apart?"

"Yeah! Normally, we'd be facing our new partners and we do the whole thing over again starting with our left foot. And once that's done, we'll be facing each other again."

Even though I'm not that thrilled on the prospect of dancing with someone else, we go through the steps another time and I manage to dance it perfectly.

"Wow, you're a natural! Are you sure you've never done this before?"

Her warm grin is infectious and I find myself grinning just as broadly. Something I haven't done since... I don't think I ever grinned so broadly.

"It's because I had such a great teacher."

Her cheeks flush and as she's about to reply, our gazes meet.
Leanna's breath catches in her throat and she seems to forget what she was about to say. For a second, I forget about the crowds of people all around us; all I can see is her.
I'm about to lean in a little as someone jostles us and she quickly looks away. I would like to roast that person who interrupted us...
I catch her glancing at me and she smiles shyly.

"So, um, do you think you're ready to join the rest of the dancers?"

I'd rather stay here with her, but I don't want to embarrass her even further.
"I'm game if you are."
I hold out my hand, and she accepts it with that same coy smile. Then I lead her out to the dance floor.

We dance late into the night, until our feet ache and our throats grow hoarse from laughing.
The party is still going strong as Leanna and I return to the inn and head into our seperate rooms.
I haven't had that much fun, without conquering or killing anything, ever!
As I fall into my bed, I enter a dreamland with an immense smile on my face.