Dale woke earlier than usual. After the brief disorientation of his dream had passed, he felt confident and refreshed. He walked to the window and looked outside, seeing the distant moon hanging slightly above the treetops. It was a comfortable, familiar object in the strange world. True, the craters on it didn't match up with those on Earth's moon, but it did slowly wax and wane, giving him the assurance that as strange as this place was, the laws of the universe still applied.