[The dream may be Aubrey’s, but Akechi is here, too. A small secession: Behind them, the water rises like a tide, and if they look back the corpse won’t be where it fell. It’s gone now.

[Aubrey doesn’t notice this. But ahead, sand lines the shore; it didn’t before. The beach was a calming place, too.]

It’s so… normal. [The last word said as though she’s not sure how to feel about it.] You know, I went to Lake Omen once, back when I first got here. Something in the water started singing, and I freaked out and left.

[There’s a tune on the wind now. A gentle hum from far away, remembered clear as though it was yesterday.
[Aubrey looks to the shore, and it stops. It’s been gone for years.]

You visit dreams, Akechi. [Maybe that’s not normal. At this point, what is?] Is it always like this?