[ Clive doesn't know how it's possible for his 'waking' self to be doing anything at all, since the last thing he remembers was slowly losing consciousness on a moonlit beach, presumably as his body slowly calcified and crumbled. Perhaps souls can dream, too, or perhaps his condition wasn't as dire as he believed it to be. Maybe someone is going to find him back on that Valisthean beach and nurse him back to... not health, but back to some form of stability.

Who's to say?

All he knows right now is that he and Joshua are together again, as they were always meant to be, and when the poem is produced he can only grin in bemusement. ]

An adventure with you? How could I say no? You're the one who knows what he's doing here, not me--where do we begin?