The Herald’s room felt occupied, like it had that morning, but right now, the feeling was entirely comforting. After the bizarre scene in the basement, it was nice just to be around something that felt fresh, natural, human - so the breeze blew in from an open window and Jon watched the dreamcatchers spin.

The air from outside was refreshing, and eventually, just breathing it wasn’t enough; he wanted to be outside, moving around in it. Hurriedly, Jon changed out of his new clothes and into the ragged running gear he’d brought back with him from Faerie. A part of him wished that he had something else to change into, but it would have to do for now...

Taking a final deep lungful of the fresh air, Jon turned and headed back down the hall and toward the outside world.