She appeared the same as before, in a dress with her hair down, all in shades of blue and white.

“Grace!” I paused, unsure where to begin. “I’ve been wanting to see you again.”

The corners of her eyes crinkled as she smiled. “I find I have that effect on people less now than I used to,” she stepped gracefully into the room.

“Which just shows they are unworthy of your presence,” I bowed slightly. “I will admit to a small amount of frustration our last meeting left me with: I still have many questions.”

She nodded understanding and moved past me, peering around the room. “And which is foremost on your mind right now?”

I chuckled. “Where are we?”

“Why Lanon,” she turned back to me, tilting her head, “we are in your mind of course.”

Of course. I should have recognized that right away.

“You mean I’m dreaming?”

“Well, that could be. Your dreams could be the bridge which brought you here. But we really are in your mind. Or a projection of your mind.” She shrugged slightly. “I’m not sure on the specifics.”