Callas awoke, breathing hard. Dream had broken contact with her in the middle of their rompings. Galvin still slept quietly but it was hard to pull out of his grasp. He tended to hold on to her with all his might in his sleep, as if he couldn't let her go. Callas didn't know why she didn't wake him, but she knew that she had to go and see Dream in his stables. She grabbed a robe and hurried out, bare feet cold on the stone floors. The stables were dark but she knew from the way the horses acted that a stranger was in here. She walked to Dream's stall, the top half of the door open. He was awake and nickering toward a figure approaching from the dark.

It was cold out here but the presence of this one was colder still, as if the air around him chilled.

A pale hand reached out to touch Callas's face but it stopped short.

"Don't talk." Arumaga said, "its hard enough to do this without me hearing your voice. I hear it now every day as it is. I am sorry, Callas, for the things that I have done and for some of the things that I will still have to do before this is done. I just needed to tell you that, just in case tomorrow goes astray."

Arumaga extended his hand and brushed a lock of hair out of her face. "Thank you for believing in an old man."

He walked by her and headed out in the night.

"Good night, Arumaga." Callas said softly.

Arumaga stopped at the door, his hand on the door frame, but he didn't turn around, "Good night, Callas, but don't call me that anymore. My name is Aru."

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