Red eyes looked down at him, shadows hovering above threatened to crash at any moment and swallow him whole. And yet, Jaune was not afraid. Laying there amidst the fallen leaves in a body not his own, he felt hope and regret spread through his heart.

And then Jaune opened his eyes.

He did not remember closing them in the first place and after a few confused blinks realized that he was in a new place. Sitting up he was greeted by the sight of endless sand. A burst of cold wind blew by and the white cloak that was placed on him at some point moved to shield him from it.

" So I see you're awake." A pair of golden orbs stared at him from the darkness of the night and out from the shadow stepped a man.

He walked toward Jaune with a tray of tea set and sat down near the fire pit that Jaune just now noticed. The man, fanus as noted by the tail, was a stranger to Jaune but at the same time the man looked familiar.

"I like your tie." Jaune shyly commented.

The man gestured at the said tie, bright yellow and purple in contrast to his deep green suit,

before letting out a hearty chuckle. "Thank you. Not many people appreciate the beauty of polka dots, you know."

Giggles slipped out of Jaune's lips. Another burst of wind rushed by sending shivers up Jaune's spine and sending him into a fit of coughs. Wheezing for air, Jaune could feel the chest tighten. Breathing was an uphill battle, no matter how much he breathed in he could not get enough air. The cloak fluttered around him frantically as if trying to calm him down. But it was only when the cloak calmed and rhythmically swayed to the nonexistent wind that Jaune was finally able to pull himself together. Though it took some time to soothe his aching lungs, the constant tempo of the cloak helped him focus.

" Quite a fighter aren't you ?" The man said gently, but there was a hint of concern in his voice. He knelt next to Jaune and offered him a cup of tea. " Here, this should help."

Gratefully, Jaune took the cup. He quickly took a sip but immediately pulled back when the hot liquid burned his tongue.

" Careful it's hot." The man tilted his head, amber eyes studied Jaune. "Say, where did you get that cloak ?"

Where did he get this cloak? Jaune tucked on the white fabric as he slowly drank his tea. It wasn't his Jaune was sure, the cloak was a tad bit too big for him. The cloak curled around him, and a thought entered his mind. "I think someone let me borrow it."

"Oh?" The man raised a brow. " I see. Perhaps it was my child who lent it to you.."

"Your child?" There was a name on the tip of his tongue. "Billy?"

The man merely nodded before holding up the tea pot. " More tea?"

"Yes, please."

They stayed quiet after that, Jaune not feeling like talking and the man seemed to just enjoy the silence. The broken moon inched away, as if it was swayed by the passing wind. Suddenly, Jaune blurted out. " You're Tawny."

The man wasn't surprised by the outburst, if anything he was amused. " Yes. That's my name."

" But how-"

"How did you know?" Tawny finished the sentence for him, a small smile appeared on his face. " I can assure you that you don't, you merely got someone else's memories."

"What?"

The blanket of night began to retreat revealing the first ray of sunlight as Jaune scramble to get Tawny to answer. "What does that mean?"

Tawny opened his mouth to answer but light began to envelope them.

Jaune woke up to the sound of his sisters rushing to get ready for the morning.