<div align="center">Eden had no need to watch Thomas as he woke, having withdrawn herself from his mind. She knew that the dream had done it’s job to throw him off kilter, to make him question everything he’d stood for; a few more nights of such dreams, and he would be ready to meet the real thing. It was like tempting a priest with Sin, dangling it and promising that it wouldn’t hurt them.<br/><br/>Her smell lingered for minutes after he’d woken, the feel of her lips on his as real as it might have been had he actually been awake for it. She would allow him to go about his day unmolested in his thoughts, simply watching from afar, taking a break here and there to check on other upcoming protégé – She was like the ever watchful mother, caring for all her victims equally – Wouldn’t want them to feel neglected after all.<br/><br/>Eden waited until Thomas was ready to sleep once more, making his mind heavy and hazy – And as soon as his head touched down, he was whisked back into dreams, into her world.<br/><br/>He was back in the same place, though it was night – A large, full moon hung over the waterfall, casting silver light upon everything; almost giving it a sinister feel. There was a fire this time, a sleeping bag rolled out and ready for him to relax, a rabbit roasting over the fire. The woman was no where to be seen – Was he suppose to lay down? It was for him to decide.</div>