My eyes shoot open and I find myself laying comfortably in the back of the cart.
A dream. It had to have been a dream.
I mean some of it was a bit believable, but really brain? Do you expect me to believe that my dead father just randomly came back to life?
Sitting up and getting out of the cart, it appears I've slept until dusk. Stretching and erecting a wall around the cart and campsite, as usual, I can see Teresa and the rest of the party happily chatting with someone around the fire.
Sweet, I don't have to start or set it up tonight.
"Sorry for passing out on you guys, just had the strangest dream. My dead da-" I say, freezing in place as soon as I lay my eyes on him.
Sitting next to Flare, cooking a piece of deer on a large stick, is Gust.
As I look at him, and he looks back at me, a warm smile comes over his face.
"You've made some interesting friends," He says, his eyes matching the warm tone he uses.
What?