[Zelda nods; after feeling herself dissolved, it's rather comforting to be reminded of the presence of her own body again.]

I know. And as there don't seem to be many clues in the dreams, we might as well take what comfort we can.

[She sighs, running a hand absently through her hair.]

There are no clues to the world we are heading for next, if there is one. Did you notice? Everyone sees someplace personal to them.