"Hm, each dream is different," he said, leaning his head against hers. "It always starts the same, I wake up in a thick blanket of fog. I can't see more than a few feet in front of me, and I hear the sounds other animals, as if they're distant, echoing, some close though they might be miles away. I get up and I'm wandering though that dense fog and somehow the forest doesn't feel like home. I feel terrified and lost.... Sometimes something's chasing me and I can never see what. Other times, I'm following someone else and they'e always just out of reach. I always wake up before I can make sense of it all."