<em>A castle floating in empty space.  A queen chained before beast on a granite throne.  Seven masked figures bearing keys.  A white room with no doors or windows, where the way out is inside the occupant.</em>Matt snaps awake to the ringing of his alarm clock.  Another beautiful day in the neighborhood.  He brushes one hand across his chest to ensure his amulet is still hanging from the chain around his neck, and then goes to take a shower.  It's a short process.  He never has quite grokked the Japanese fascination with bathing, let alone doing so in public.  It's just the thing he does in between being dirty and being clean.  He looks through his drawers of clothes uncertainly.  Umm, what to wear.  Not his school uniform.  Nothing too dressy, he's probably going to be wandering around in the woods.  Something casual, so he'll fit in.  He stands naked and blinking at his wardrobe for minutes.  All the things his parents packed for him are here, folded neatly up.  This is way outside his comfort zone.<br/><br/>He eventually pulls out sneakers, jeans, a black t-shirt.  They all still have the crease from his mom ironing them.  He holds them up to his face to inhale, and that's different too.  The fabric softener here smells different, so they don't smell the same as the clothes he's been wearing and laundering here.  They smell like home.  No point in being sentimental.  He dresses, puts a few tools he might need in his satchel, and goes out.  He's buzzing across town in no time, riding stiffly upright against the breeze.