The Dolorosa, the Disciple, and the Psiioniic stand in a lit remote area, seeing each other.
"Meulin!" Psiioniic pauses, "Porrim!"
The Disciple glances over at him, runs to him, gives him a hug.
"Mituna, it's wonderful to see you." She sniffs.
The Dolorosa walks up to them, knowing that this was just inside the dreambubble.
"This is not reality," she says, "subconsciously we are inside a dreambubble."
Psiioniic nods his head.
"This is the only place I can find peace," He pauses, "where I am free from pain."
"This is the only place I can see you all again," Disciple pauses, "where I can feel like I am not alone."
"This is the only place I can feel free," Dolorosa pauses, "where I am not chained or mind controlled."
"It's that bad?" Psiioniic says.
"I shouldn't complain, you have it worse Psiioniic." Dolorosa says.
"You are a slave to a pirate, Dolorosa," Disciple pauses, "tell me what has been up with you two."
The Dolorosa lets out a sigh.
"I have done nothing, but do chores, get shown off, eat her table scraps," Dolorosa pauses, "and have her mind control me to . . . Never mind, I shouldn't explain further."
"Mind control you to do what?" Psiioniic asks.
"She kissed me when we first met, she looks to be around my age." Dolorosa says.
"So, that's what's happened to you." Disciple says.
"I'm afraid so." She pauses, glancing up at Psiioniic, "What about you?"
"I wish I wasn't her helmsman." He pauses, "She turned up the power to the machine I am hooked onto, causing me more pain than usual, and yet, he healed me."
"Doesn't surprise me." Disciple says.
"I should have suspected that she would've done it sooner or later." Psiioniic says.
"But these trials will not stop us for what we believe in." Dolorosa pauses, "We are still followers of Kankri."
A troll stands behind her. Disciple and Psiioniic glance up at him, inhaling deeply, knowing who he is.
"Hello everyone." Signless says."
Disciple's tears fell from her cheeks.
"Kankri, it's so good to see you."
He smiles at her, walking to the side of his mother, seeing all three of them clearly.
"Thank you for all of your help, Kankri." Psiioniic says.
"Did you think that I would leave this world without giving you support through your trials?"
"But my mistress knows who I am now, she doesn't care that they killed you, she only cares about . . ."
"Don't worry mother, I have helped you through your trials as well."
"Kankri, what are you doing here?" Psiioniic asks.
"There are a few things I need to tell you," He pauses, "about the future."
"The future?" Disciple pauses, "you have seen it?"
"Yes." He pauses, "Our descendants will have challenges of their own, this game will change them, they play this game, hoping to win it! I have seen aliens from another planet, our descendants called them humans."
"Humans, interesting." Psiioniic says.
"The humans use years, instead of sweeps."
"Hmm." Disciple says.
"My beloved Meulin," He pauses, as she looks at him, "you will live for 60 years, writing with blood on the walls of the cave; our story."
The Disciple nods her head.
"My friend, Mituna," Signless pauses, "you will live past her, you will still be the helmsman, you will be healed by the power of the Condense and a monster named Lord English."
"What an interesting name." He says.
"What about your mother, Kankri?" Disciple asks.
Signless turns and looks at the Dolorosa.
"I can't explain too much of the future," he pauses, "I have already said too much."
"I understand." Dolorosa says.
"I am sorry our time was short," he pauses, "one of you is going to awake soon."