Tidy up, check on mom.

Checking yourself over, it seemed you didn't have any nocturnal emissions like from yesterday. The lack of wet-dreams probably had something to do with that.

Speaking of dreams, what a night you had. Back to back dreams where you helped out a woman in distress? You were becoming quite the hero.

"Mom." you realized.

After the close call with her last night, you wanted to see how she was doing. You wasted no time getting ready for the day before heading downstairs for breakfast.

Much to your surprise, it was your sister you found waiting downstairs, with your mother nowhere to be found.

"Ugh. Morning, bro." Brooke said groggily. It seemed odd; usually your mom was up before everyone else, with your sister sleeping in.

"Hey, sis. Where's mom?"

Brooke groaned. "Upstairs. I think she's still sleeping."

"Jeez. What's up your ass?" you asked.

"Didn't sleep well last night. I just wanna eat breakfast, go back upstairs, and die."

Rolling your eyes, you offered to make her breakfast instead, an offer she hardly refused.

After treating Brooke to a plate of scrambled eggs and a side of bacon, her mood seemed to improve. She even thanked you for making her a hot meal.

Just then, the sound of footfalls on the stairs reached your ears, and Elizabeth soon made her appearance. Yawning, she greeted you.

"Good morning, you two!" your darling mother beamed with energy.

"Wow, mom. I don't remember the last time you slept in." Brooke commented.

Elizabeth walked over, hugging you and your sister.

"I know! But I have to say, last night was the best night's sleep I had in YEARS!"

At that, she caught your attention.

"Really?" you probed. "Something happen?"

"I don't know. But I feel like this massive weight's been lifted, like I can finally just relax again."

It seemed your dream-machinations were bearing fruit after all. Whatever you did in her dream brought so much life back into her.

Playing it off, you offered her a share of the eggs and bacon, which she accepted heartily.

"Look at you! Mommy's little boy is all grown up! Such a kind young man, making breakfast for his mom and sister!" she mused.

Brooke took her leave and retreated back upstairs while you ate and talked with your mother. Helping people just felt good. Who would've thought?

And as you ate with your mom, you had to wonder: what was Ava feeling right now? Where was she, anyway? Was she even awake yet? Maybe you'd cross paths again, either in the Labyrinth or out here in reality.

The rest of the day couldn't go nearly fast enough. Even enjoying the weekend was past you, you were so eager to return to the Labyrinth. You could visit people's dreams and genuinely make life better! How could you not want to get back to that?