“Do you reckon one could ride a seahorse?” the White Knight spoke out loud behind Alice who was faced towards the pool in the middle. Only a moment ago the man had been fast asleep and naked in his bed, and yet again his white-golden armor had somehow found its way on him, the large helm held under his arm, sword and shield still leaning against the side of the bed. The knight stood by the dome and stared outside.<br/><br/>“What about a sea lion? I’ve always wanted to ride a lion. I reckon it would be easier, even, to ride a lion in the sea; one could simply swim back up were one to fall off the saddle.”<br/><br/>The knight paused, and with a rattle of his armor, turned to face the others.<br/><br/>“I remember I can’t swim,” he said, but there was no hint of disappointment in his voice or on his cheerful face, as he merely stated an observation, “I always seem to sink to the bottom.”<br/><br/>There was another moment of silence while the man blinked twice and began to assess the situation. All these creatures were somehow familiar to him even though he only knew the girl, Alice, who he did know so very well indeed, but he couldn’t recall where he had met any of them. There had been a darkness and in that darkness Alice his only light.<br/><br/>“I remember I can’t remember,” the knight added now in a weaker tone and walked back to his bed, where he sat down and laid off his helm. From there, he talked to the mermaid in the pool, “Have I had the pleasure of introducing myself to you? I am the White Knight. My apologies. There is something familiar about you, although, perhaps it is but the beauty of those heavenly breasts. They remind me of my wife’s bosom.”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>