we're in a big hall. it's stone, with a high ceiling. kinda 17th century gothic. the floor's scattered with dried leaves. silk cushions are scattered round the edge of the hall and people are sitting on them drinking red wine. i'm drinking something bright blue that is suspicously remniscent of something i'd been drinking that night. everyones talking and laughing and suddenly a storm outside starts and a strong wind blows round the room making a whirlwind in the leaves so it's hard to see. outside it's pitch black. i notice everyones gone. i hear his voice from outside. i can't hear what he's saying but i want to go to him. i look for a door but there isn't any, only high narrow windows.
