Consciousness was gained. Thoughts from the outside world slowly trickled into his ear inevitably reaching his brain. The thoughts pricked his dream-filled mind and made him wince. Awareness was next. Where was he? Who was he with? What brought him here? How long had he let his dreams take him over? His senses aided him in answering these questions. The wisp of the slightest breeze hurdled through his tar black hair. The sweet scent of vanilla twilight caught in that breeze and weaved in and out of the holes in his nose. The serenity of the scene answered one of the questions. He was alone.