So it's not a dream after all.
Man, that was the sickest I've ever been, as far as I can remember. I can't believe what I thought.
Except maybe I'd rather believe it.
So it's real. And I'm in San d'Oria. And I wonder if he's worried. Or if he's forgotten already.
Oh, why do I care anyway?
I guess I should try to find him. Um, sure, how?