[Dreaming Fox Inn]
Mist walks out into the water, over the ocean, yet as he plays his flute, not knowing where he's going, stones rise up from the waves to place themselves under his feet and form a path.
Message is following, just behind him, quietly watching and enjoying the song.
To keep walking, even with no destination, that's enough. Just when he's starting to notice that he's been walking a long way and should be home by now, he should notice something: that his wedding ring is gone from his hand, and instead is in his pocket.