In the dream, Inric turns to see Narayedaran, who he remembers saying goodbye to. "Narayedaran! I thought you had gone." "I have." Narayedaran smiles. "So have you." "What?" "Don't you remember?" From nowhere, Narayedaran is holding a spear. "We're at war." Still smiling, he advances. "No!" Dream-Inric puts out his hand to block the spear. "I - No!" In the Great Library, Inric tosses and turns, feverish and unwaking.