Sitting on the grass of a great field in the dream bubbles - probably someone's memory - you stare off into the distance, looking to get some peace and quiet from the usual chaos of the meteor.

As you space out, you notice someone approaching you from afar, not walking, but flying. You squint at the small figure, until it comes closer and you realize it's your friend Aradia, all god-tiered up with butterfly wings, who you haven't seen since she came back to life and left the meteor with Sollux. "Hi! It's a great day to be alive, isn't it?" She grins at you. “Where’d you leave the rest of our group?”