The dream had shifted. Here there was no ice, but more land. This time Shion's eyes darted around the landscape, looking for threats. He spotted not a threat but a person. A person who seemed to be mired in mud or sand. He didn't recognise them. It didn't matter.

Shion moved before he thought running towards him, eyes wide. "Grab hold of my arm!" There was nothing to brace himself on, nothing to grab but he got as close as he thought was safe and reached out.

Dream or not, Shion was not a person who would leave another person in danger.