"Oh, that's too bad," it's hard not to sound disappointed, after all, if this place is connected with the one from his other dream he can't help but want to know more. However, before he can dwell on the matter further the woman imparts some of her own insight.

"My what - ?" Some part of him still fights against accepting the idea, which seems silly when he can feel the roughness of bark that line the trees, smell the salt that the breeze from ocean, and feel the softness of the grass beneath his feet.

"What's a dream home?" It's that feeling again, that terrible and ominous feeling that makes him step back and draw a hand up towards the base of the horn that sticks out from his brow. It's like he has forgotten something terribly important.