Dreamer kept his expression detached and haughty as he made his way through the ruined mansion.  He'd noticed just how cold Geena's eyes had been, and wasn't really surprised that the other humans in the house were watching him darkly as he passed.  Though he recognized some of those inside, he couldn't remember any of these having had a sunny disposition as it was.  That Geena ---- a woman he'd considered at least partially a friend ---- would look at him so coldly couldn't bode well for him.<br/><br/>Surely these people wouldn't be stupid enough to attack him.  Doubtless most of them knew of the incident, but so far he hadn't seen any of the humans that had been with him that day.  Only those four had truly seen what happened, so would have real reason not to tick him off.  The rest only had hearsay to warn them.<br/><br/>Well, if he had to, he would make an example of one or two of them.  They would discover how lethal pissing him off would be.  As it was he intended for this 'Lanner' to find out.  He had his story ready, and it wasn't exactly a lie.  He'd just find a convenient excuse to execute the guy.<br/><br/>As he was climbing to the third floor ---- Kitten silently following behind ---- a thought struck him.  Lanner... had Lanner been the one driving the tractor that day?  No, couldn't be.  Was it?  Shit, he couldn't remember.  His memory was still so screwed up sometimes.  But if that -had- been Lanner... surely the guy would remember everything.  The driver had been the reason it had happened in the first place.  He would surely remember the strength, the speed, and the resilience Dreamer had shown... damn it, was it him?  Or was it one of the other three?  Or not at all?  Damn his swiss-cheesed memory full of holes!<br/><br/>When he reached the third floor however, he knew his memory was working fine.  He remembered those glass doors, and Maeve's room beyond.  He remembered those purple curtains being closed many times... sometimes when he'd been in the room with her, other times when Lakran had been.  Maeve tried to leave her job at her office in Sombquist, so she'd rarely drawn those curtains for business.  Usually she did so for privacy... when it was for pleasure.<br/><br/>That those curtains should be drawn now... Dreamer could only imagine what was happening inside.  He wanted to run across the floor and smash down those doors, and kill any humans inside... but he wasn't invincible.  He had to... restrain himself.<br/><br/>Nonetheless, he showed very little restraint as he hurried across the floor.  He saw no guards at first glance, but they wouldn't have stopped him if there had been any.  He stepped out onto the balcony, grabbed the brass handles of the doors, finding them locked. He ignored that fact and opened the doors anyway, splintering the wood of the doors as he pushed with the strength in his right arm and back.  He swung the doors inward, hard.  If there were guards inside, they had better not be standing there.<br/><br/>Nothing was going to come between him and Maeve now... but nothing could have prepared him for the scene laid out before him.