Alex dreamt of the perfect world. One where he was unimportant. Well, unimportant to most. He had his few friends, and that was enough. Dil wasn’t there, for some reason. Other than that, everything was perfect. But perfect wasn’t enough, he had to make sure Dil was ok. He looked, and in the distance he saw a rotting castle. He ran to it, the journey taking hours. Somehow, he knew Dil was there. He arrived, and saw that the castle had almost entirely Decayed. In the center was Dil, grinning. What had she done? He stepped towards her, then hesitated. This was Dil. She wouldn’t have done this without a reason. He had to trust her. Even if she’d never trusted him, never with anything important. It was better to be used then to be discarded. He reached towards her, then everything went black.