"Couldn't agree with you more." Head dipping briefly, Owen sighed. Oh, but how he missed the ability to be anywhere he wanted as soon as he wanted to. It was a particular kind of torture to be stuck with two legs and nowhere interesting to even walk to. George had it even worse, always had, and it pained Owen that even though George had been returned his youth, his limp had apparently followed him right outside of his dream.

Owen gave his head a quick shake and returned to the topic at hand. "Haven't missed them once since—well, since I was a lad." Rather, since he had died right underneath the amazing phenomenon. Now he could only wonder what would await them in the sky above, outside of this gloomy and disconcerting cavern. "Sure beats looking at a ceiling of sapphire all day."