Luna came fully through the pool just as her stalking-Lyra vanished. She got her first glimpse of Dale just as he grabbed for Lyra—like so many things in a dream, the form was incomplete. Most of his body was missing; only his right arm which grasped futilely at the drifting fog was there. The rest of his body was little more than a mist, and she dared not attempt to pull his image forth from his memory. Maybe once she knew him a little bit better she could try, but right now the dreamworks were too fragile to make the attempt.