It was a night like any other. Neil wanders the land of his dreams aimlessly, lucid and at ease. There were times when dreaming felt more like home than waking ever did, and there was no better way to unwind from a long day than meandering the endless landscape of the sleeping mind, taking in the ever-shifting scenery.

Without meaning to, however, he stumbles into... something. Someone else's dream? It isn't uncommon for him to dream-hop, whether intentionally or by mistake. But something about this dream seems different. Structured. Referential. It's been too long since he's seen "Labyrinth". It's only forever, not long at all...

Finally, Neil manages to pick the exact right set of stairs and the correct door. What "correct" means for him, he doesn't know, but he's excited to find out, feeling as though he's fallen down the rabbit hole. "Curiouser and curiouser," he mutters aloud, amused. With any luck, he'll meet another hapless wanderer, or maybe a local. Wouldn't that be something.