It's the grip on his shoulder that makes Trahearne jump in surprise. Now the Fool is there at the corner of his vision, and that doesn't make sense, because the Fool had never been in the Maguuma jungle with these terrible things. After all, Trahearne isn't truly asleep, and his mind can't make sense of these two things existing together where they shouldn't be. The Mordrem and the vines shimmer like a mirage, only present for a few seconds longer before fading away completely.

Now it's just the two of them kneeling in an empty street. "Fool?" Trahearne asks, looking more and more bewildered as he takes in the surroundings. "Where did you come from?" He couldn't actually remember what he'd been doing or how he had ended up here, but he certainly remembers the Mordrem. He's still shaking a little as he drops his head into his hands, "By the Pale Tree, it's happened again..."