“I suppose it has a rustic charm,” he admitted.“Is that where your Mama fucks the gardeners?” she asked.“I beg your pardon?” Charles splut...ered“I believe you heard precisely what I said,” Jayne replied, “It is well known that you far more resemble Mr Brown who once was head gardener than you do your father.”“I say, that is a bit off,” he retorted, “Casting aspersions.”“Oh come on, you’re nothing like your father,” she challenged, “He is kind and studious and you.”“I what?” he bridled.“Chase. Then I tried to figure out what I was seeing. The ceiling was white. The section of wall I could see was white too. There were no white rooms in my house. White rooms are for rentals and vacant houses. I'd had every room painted or papered when I moved in. Plus Yann and Janos had done quite a bit of redecorating.Unless this was a hospital.If this were a hospital, and I had a massive head wound, then white walls would make perfect sense. Yann was only my gardener. Janos didn't exist.I closed my. The next day when i woke up I didn't know if it was a dream or it really happen lol, I didn't bring it up at all, she asked me how I was feeling about everything from last night an I said better then I thought, if you ever did find out. I started to apologize a few times an said I hope I didn't ruin us to the point where nothing will be the same an we just end up not being ever close An we ended up being closer then ever. That night we were fooling around, kissing each other an each other. But I had reset the symbols – none glowed now. “There is only one step which begins a journey...” I said, recalling the cantos. “Second verse. The star!”I sprang onto the star, which glowed purple. “The next verse, how did it go...” I muttered.A cantrip flared, brilliant in the darkness of the night, and Gillian’s clear diction rang out: “Power. Stands strong, not first above, but just underneath-”“Aha!” I exclaimed. “Just underneath, eh?” I stepped onto the spiral symbol, which glowed white..