“Yeah, thanks, Barfogle.  What time is the panel, and what topic?” Linwood asked as he finished his beer.  “One more.” He said holding a finger in the air at the bartender as he put a five on the bar.  The alcohol would help him relax and fall asleep faster.<br/><br/>Inside the hotel room, he drew the curtains, locked the door, and finished his beer.  After taking a piss, he kicked his shoes off and took a seat in the rooms only other furniture, an armchair.  He examined the book for a moment before laying it on his lap and closing his eyes.<br/><br/>Once again, Linwood found himself in a shining suit of armor, the reflection of his childhood dreams.  He was standing in a clearing surrounded by the skeletons of what was once a forest.  In one hand, he held his golden sword, the other hand grasped the book.  Just a few feet away, he saw Ethan, Danny’s friend, talking to a kitten… a grey kitten.  If Linwood had known what a Grimalkin was, he may have been able to figure out that this little cat was it.  But he didn’t know.<br/><br/>He took a few steps towards them and asked, “Ethan, what are you doing in my dream?”<br/>