Raine knows well enough what it means, to be drawn to this world temporarily. All the changes, all the years passed, have not changed the Dreaming so much.

So: she has perhaps two weeks to catch up and make the most of those friends yet here.

...Science wins first. There's a shadow-creature tagging at her heels, and it isn't her husband's doing. Near the Dreaming Bridge, a little out of the way but near enough the main street, Raine hunkers down to prod at it. It grins at her; she frowns at it, and spins light out into testing probes.

The shadow grins less, but her light doesn't do much to it. "Fascinating," she murmurs, and tries a different approach.