She's been dreaming of Earth lately. Why she should be dreaming of that distant planet is not a question Sailor Lethe cares to consider too deeply; she knows it's said to be one of the last territories holding out against Galaxia.

There's no sign of that in the Earth she visits. The lush vegetation is almost tropical, vibrant ferns alongside tall trees. They grace the banks of a winding river, tranquil and quiet. Visible at intervals, small groups of dinosaurs go about their own business, largely ambivalent to her presence.

Lethe poles her small boat silently through the water. When she acquires an extra passenger, she shows no surprise, but be careful; passage is not free. Those in the boat will lose something before they disembark, whether as small and simple as a pen or as disastrous as an irreplaceable keepsake.

The purpose of this room is decidedly obvious; the floor is covered in a thin black mat and blunted weapons hang neatly from one of the walls. Tseng himself stands roughly in the middle of the room, dressed down to his undershirt and his hair tied neatly at the back of his neck. The bench near the wall of weapons holds the rest of his uniform and gun.

He rolls a shoulder, moving in to a few stretches as he waits. Training courses were important, whether it be the introduction or a refresher with someone who'd been fighting their whole life. He'd been assigned to administer this assessment and was now simply waiting for the other to show up.

Five more minutes and they'd be late.

It had been raining the entire day, since he'd woken up in the morning and even as he was falling to sleep tonight. Constant, non-stop... it was too much like another time and thus when he finally does fall asleep, the dream which comes to life is heavily influenced by the memory of that time and all of the silent hidden fears which are connected to it.

The setting is dark, only a little light coming through the hole high in the ceiling of the cave. There is the sound of water all around, and rain hitting the water, adding to it, slowly but steadily. It's deep enough now, that if he fell off of the bed he was currently using as a makeshift raft to stay afloat on, he would end up possibly drowning. It wasn't that, nor the fact he was quite soaked through and could feel his body temperature dropping due to the combination of the wet clothing and chill air of the cave. What he feared was the dark blackness currently within the water that was staining the side of the bed frame slowly but surely.

It might have been a trick of his eyes, but he was nearly certain it was attempting to climb up over the bed frame and sought to lay claim to him once it did.