The Dreaming Sickness has not spared the Fool either, but in his moments of lucidity it is common to find him seeking out his friends to ensure that they are bearing up well under this latest development. Yet even when he is in his right mind, there is a dreamy, far off quality to his gaze that suggests he is seeing something far beyond the immediate world around him.

Nevertheless, he is brought firmly back down to earth when, rounding a corner, he is nearly bowled over by a crowd of agitated locals hurrying away from an unsettling scene: Trahearne, clearly in the grips of the Dreaming Sickness, held down by barely perceptible vines and besieged by a truly frightening looking monster. That it is all of his own imagining doesn't make the experience less traumatizing for his friend.

"Trahearne!" The Fool pushes past a group of loitering gawkers to get closer, dismay on his face. "Trahearne, this isn't real--you must come back to yourself!"

(At least, he hopes it isn't real.)