Wesley looked at her in amazement; she was as real as any other person that he had met. He slapped himself on the face to see if it woke him up. Failing, he let the sting of defeat awaken him to the realization that somehow he was in a different world, someplace he had never been before. "Jennifer was my wife; I thought maybe my subconscious was trying to conjure her up but, I have never heard the name Kiara before." Looking around, the lake seemed to be very quiet. He saw a red daisy plant; moving over to it, her crouched down and looked closely at it. "Red daisies; I've only known of yellow ones." Realizing how very rude he was being, he stood back up and looked again at the Princess.<br/><br/>"My name is Wesley, though I haven't determined yet if you are a complicated dream character or I've really entered somewhere else. Usually, I can fly in my dreams. Oh wait!" He reached into his back pocket to his notebook; he carried one around with him wherever he went, in case he needed to jot down notes quickly. He opened up the pocket size journal and read in it out loud. "Get my son a birthday gift." He looked up at Kiara for a few seconds, then looked down again into the notebook. He real it out loud a second time. "Get my son a birthday gift. Hmm. The words didn't change; I know dreams because the words change in anything I might read. But, maybe I'm not dreaming!"<br/><br/>He continued look around, confused. He placed his hands in the lake; it responded by swirling a little. Taking it out, the water calmed, as would be expected in any world. Moving his nose again toward the daisy, he took a deep breath and smelled what would be expected. Daisies.<br/><br/>"No, no, no" Wesley began crying. "No, no, no! I'm ... I'm being punished by my subconscious!" Wesley approached Kiara again, but this time he knelt down before her. Her appearance did not change, and in many respects she was too lovely to look upon because Wesley did not consider himself worthy to even be in such presence; looking up, he said, "Who are you really? I'm ... I'm stuck in this dream. Or maybe it is not a dream, I don't know. But, maybe you need to teach me something? My son talks all the time of meeting people who can teach you things. Maybe, you are a spirit guide of some sort? I really; I really need to get back to ... to work ... to take care of my s ... ... o ... ... n", the word drifted off.<br/><br/>And now Wesley knew why he was really here. His son; he had ignored his son. But, he found himself in a strait betwixt two thoughts. One was that he wanted to take care of his son, give him opportunities he had not had. Yet another was that he didn't know how to relate to his son, not after Jennifer's death. She was the world to him, no one could replace her. What gift could he really give Brandis that would compare to his mother; nothing. This unnerved him. Standing again, he stated, "No, never mind. I'm not ready to go down that road. It was nice meeting you Kiara but ... but ... no, I'm not ready." Walking away would have been his best alternative; he walk and walk until he got out of this horrible place of reckoning. But he did not get far until he heard the air break with a crisp sound followed by a thud in the nearby tree; an arrow had been shot! Right past Wesley's head!