Tommy sits right outside of his small walled home named Logstedshire. He hugs his knees to his chest and is staring off into the distance, the only sounds surrounding him being the wind and the ocean yards away. That is until he hears footsteps against grass. He thinks that it's Dream for a moment, but he didn't hear the portal warping to signify his appearance. Tommy looks towards the footsteps, alarmed.

"Who's there?" he shouts in a weak demand.