[ Okay, Claude, think. Sandry had a vision of some sort of past life, the same as him. She was kept somewhere in the dark - deliberately? as punishment? as cruelty? - as others, those responsible, perhaps... berated her? Maybe it was a punishment. Saying that out loud seems like it would just frighten her. ]

Maybe. Or maybe everyone's just a little on edge, right now. The pranks that the fairies have been playing have gotten out of hand, these days.

[ He leans forward, resting his forearms against the bar. ]

I wouldn't worry about going crazy. That's the way dreams are! Big, nonsensical, and sometimes they feel terribly, terribly real. Why, once I dreamed I was back in my school days, only my boss was my teacher, and he chewed me out in front of the entire class! Boy, was it hard to get back to work after that.

[ He smiles, though there's a crease in his forehead. He's not able to entirely conceal his worry. ]

You haven't heard anything like it since, have you? No spooky voices coming out of nowhere? Nothing but the usual night?