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Oh, dear. He's had a fitful night with the strangest dreams, and he's not sure if that's supposed to mean anything or not, but he has a tendency both to pay close attention to dreams and pay them no attention. They're difficult to pin down once one's eyes open, but the only thing he knows for certain is his dream had something to do with cheese. That's certainly odd: where did that come from? He reaches out to cover Sophie, only...

Oh dear, again: his hands meet empty space. Where on earth (or in Ingary) --

"Sophie?" When there's no answer, he tries again a little louder.

"Sophie?"

Blast, she can't hear him. It might be time for extreme measures.

"Sophie!" Now he's sitting up, the covers pulled around him. "Sophie Hatter Jenkins Pendragon!" In a flash, his eyes open wide and he springs out of bed. Where can she be?