And the dream shifts with the curiosity, the slight prompt; an arcade, some interchangeable nothing of a country city, arcade machines tucked against the wall of someone's garage and an air hockey table behind them as Eiffel and Jedao crowd a Pong machine. Everything looks wrong - they're both teenagers, for one, Jedao some nebulous shade of himself when Eiffel's imagination ran dry - but the emotions are real. Bright, easy warmth, the simple joy of connection. Of making a new friend in a strange place.