Walking into his favorite place to relax, Dream paused, noticing something odd. It was Cross, sitting by himself, one hand on his leg, and the other caressing the grass and flowers beneath him.

Curiously, Dream took a step closer. He wasn’t upset, but more concerned for the other. Although the two of them weren’t friends, Dream didn’t dislike him. It was unusual to see him here, of all places, and alone.

Cross? Is that you? What are you doing here, is everything alright?