Dream had scoured the area, leaving no bush or tree unturned in his search for his "Sunshine." His desperation had begun to fray his patience, but he knew better than to lash out at you. "Sunshine, where are you?" His tone was as sweet as honey and as smooth as silk, but every time you heard him speak you trembled with fear. He was persuasive, and somehow, he had nearly convinced you to come out of hiding. But you stayed out of sight, remaining cautious.