I didn't have the mental capacity to antagonize Fynn for most of the day. I was exhausted from the lack of sleep.
The way my dreams had layered scenes from my childhood over things I'd seen here, my mind reeled with confusion. I had one dream in particular, just snippets of a scene. I was a child again, stalking through the woods, playing hide and seek. My grandmother walked along a line of trees, mirroring my every move as I walked. It seemed to be the dream that bothered me most, tugging at some memory or idea that I couldn't unbury just yet.