Which ones? Yes.

Night came around quicker than I expected, and with dinner quickly finished off; I now lay silently on my sleeping mat, awaiting the embrace of the Realm of Dreams. I'm currently the only one to arrive back in room, so it should be rather peaceful; unlike the ruckus caused by Gabbie's 'pretty boy' comment. The only thing keeping me awake right now was some distant thrashing happening up above.

I then hear a feminine voice, coming from the source of the thrashing. "Oh handsome! It's safe, do it inside!"

Well, I suppose Scott is getting his curse nice and 'sated' up there. 'Coming' from the source of the thrashing, alright...

Soon, the noises end, and I'm permitted a nights rest; closing my eyes.

...

On the hill again; with Her. The box of memories sits by the tree, and the flame of before flickers through the grass...

"Which should I chose tonight. Learn about Damian... or Fawks..." I wonder aloud; only to be answered by a chorus just by my ear.

"What do you mean, L0G..."

Turning, I see nothing; no Damian, or Naimad... whatever this version Madness I've dreamt up is called.

Another voice, mechanical and superior, says. "Something is disrupting our connection to the Prototype; or 'Brother' as you wish to call him. Prehaps... a 'divine' spell; or 'miracle' as they are called."

Turning around once more; I'm now in some sort of dungeon; a mess of gears and gizmos line the walls and ceiling; with a glow of purple and golden energy moving through all I can see... it's familiar to something I've see before...

Naimad shouts from atop a jagged throne, its choir of hatred snarling out the words. "'Prehaps?! We must find him! If we are to be whole once more; to rule this world... we must be certain in all things..."

The machine man continues to speak, fearless in the face of fury; bowing before his 'king'. "I understand, Lord Brother. I have a hypothesis of this break in our connection. It is; according to the calculations of Des and myself, most likely the spell which allowed us to be pulled from the failed core. The spell that 'killed' us, so to speak; whoever we were."

I see that thing, wearing the face of Damian; twisted in thought, his lips moving to say It's words. "Then how can this blockage be removed? If the spell is still in effect, than we may never be whole..."

L0G, clearly pleased with his solution; offers it. "If we kill the one who casted it, it will die along with them..."

I hear cracking of bone, the shifting of flesh; it's source hidden beneath black armor of the Mad One, as a joyous mass of voices gives an order. "Find the source of the blockage; all else shall be meaningless to you. The siege of Cartliege is here by; over, as it has served its purpose."

It now turns It's attention towards me, shouting. "Urgog! You will follow the lead our spy from the Tomo Runacathy has sent. A strange looking initiate is headed to Bounty; possibly our brother. He is accompanied by someone you'd enjoy playing with; if nothing else. The firstborn daughter of your 'friend' Maxwell..."

A voice not my own, sluggish and slurred; speaks from beneath my eyes, or his eyes, through which I see this play out. "Max's little girl? That 'Silly Cilla' he was rambling about? Oh... I'll enjoy snapping her in half, preferably, in front of the old freak..."

"Urgog, it is likely he would enjoy that; rather than be sorrowful. Might I suggest simply killing Maxwell instead? That it what I did with all of those that I disliked, and it has worked quite well so far." Says L0G, looking over towards me, smiling in a manner most familial.

Suddenly, a woman has run into the room. Her hair is white; with a blueish glittering glow coursing throughout. Her skin is evenly colored, with no visible scaring, blemishes, or vascular outlines; she appears... unsettlingly beautiful. Her eyes are like a striking sapphire, interlocked with rings of a darker, gentler hue of blue; looking more akin to something from my little memories of Earth technology than real eyes. She is around five'seven, shapely of figure, and dressed akin to a princess of sorts; mixed with what seem to be that same material I saw Fawks and his father wearing, but colored blue. This material Is formed into a sleeveless dress, with an incredibly short skirt; under which a faded pink undergament is visible, held tightly to her body by a metal belt of some kind. On the belt is what looks like a symbol made of metal; in the shape of a two-sided axe, or prehaps the spread wings of some animal. She has long gloves covering her arms, connected to golden plates which wrap around the end; a matching pair of knee-high boots adorns her legs and feet.

I recognize her, and suddenly remember what it is this place reminds me of. This must be the Ancient Dungeon Core; Des, and this place... is her dungeon.

She calls out towards me; her voice even, yet panicked. "Master Urgog! My sensors detect a second entity viewing this meeting from your eyes and ears! Please shut them at once while I block the spell's frequency!"

...

I'm on the hill again; with Her. The box of memories sits by the tree, and the flames of before flickers through the grass...

"That... that wasn't real..." I say to myself; my heart racing even now, in this world of the unreal.

"They're dead... they have to be dead..."