Aidan has made a delivery to the sisters. He both longs for and dreads the land of dreams. When he goes home, he does something he has never done before. He drinks coffee at night. Aidan is a creature of routine, constant and unchanging. He has coffee in the morning and wine at night. But now he dreads the night. Now he knows fear. Now he feels regret.
That night in his dreams, he hears a man screaming and sees him falling drained and lifeless onto a golden field. In the morning, the light of the sun, which has always been white, is yellow. He sees the color of a golden field, the color of mortality.
On his window, the prism teeth shoot arcs of red and yellow around his room, tinting it in hues of blood and sunshine.