Perhaps some good can come of being so close to nightmare… Word and I got to talking about what this place is made of, where it is Plane-wise, and of course, how that Quori happened to appear. As the cloying swirls of musty dark closed in around us, rendering vision near-impossible, we theorized and tried to find out how we might be able to see through the worst of the fog.

It seemed a simple enough test, so I climbed out onto the prow and tried to affect the waking world as I do when I’m lucid-dreaming. Sure enough, the mists parted out of the way, and Lenata could finally pilot us toward the planet without fear of crashing into anything.

The crew, so worried before, broke into applause. Finally, I can boost morale! Scared sailors are absolutely impossible to work with.