I actually dreamt. It had been so long, I didn't even recognize it as such. Minor images normally passed in front of my eyes when I went into one of my hibernative "sleeps," but this was a dream!

In it, I saw my Lanalie. Her golden hair was pulled back into a ponytail. I was in our house back in Orgrimmar, before I became a death knight, and she sat sorting herbs at the small wooden table in the kitchen.

"Lanalie," I had whispered. She looked up from what she was doing and smiled at me. I could not help but smile back. This was my Lanalie. She stood up from her chair and came to me.

"I was beginning to worry, my love. You are late," she said, possibly refering to how long I had been in the Un'goro Crater. She placed a soft hand on my cheek. Her green, glowing eyes gazed softly into mine and I wrapped an arm around her waist as I did every time I came home. I kissed her with everything I had.

That's when I woke up. I was still in the tent where I had awoken to druids healing me. I was still a death knight; unable to feel or taste.

But one thing had changed. I no longer saw the shadows they plagued the corners of vision, speaking my name. They were gone. I don't know when they left or ceased to haunt me. But they were gone.

I laid back down on the cot. I still felt weak after the Puppet Master had stabbed me through the chest with his demonic blade, so I rested and waited untill I was told I was better. A few of the druids of the Cenarion Expedition would come and bring me water. I still hated them, even Zofrin who had saved me. But Reo did not come to the tent. He didn't even walk by the tent for all I know. I wondered where he had gone or if he was gone at all. I waited patiently, nonetheless. Reo had his own business.