The Endless sits inside of his glass prison, refusing to speak to anyone. Caught by Roderick Burgess years ago, and now kept captive by the man's son, Alex. It's been decades, but he remains silent, perhaps too prideful to talk to anyone.

Various symbols are neatly placed on the floor around the glass globe, their functionality being to stop Morpheus from using his abilities on the guards and the rest of the people outside of his cage. Two men stand guard next to the prison, as per Alex orders, who's not in the basement at the moment.

But... The last time the Burgess son came down to try and coax some word out of the Sandman, one of the wheels of his wheelchair lightly scuffed the sigils written on the floor, enough to let the god use his powers and sending both guards to sleep. The only thing left is to break the globe before they manage to wake up.

He sits, glancing around the room for a way to free himself, a few grains of sand beginning to raise from the floor, floating in the air like static. He doesn't move, but he slowly turns his head towards a presence he's sensed within the dimly lit basement. His eyes widen slightly, but within the limits of his serious expression, and he stares at them with his gleaming eyes, a slight hint of concern now present in them.

It's... A child.