"Heh... I am glad my presence means so much to you."

He can't help but to tease a little, but... the voices are getting louder. He steps closer to Emet-Selch and frowns a little, as strange things are shouted at them. What do they mean? Greed, diligence, gratitude...

"I should like to leave any time now..."

As if someone, or something, heard him- suddenly everything shatters, and he finds himself... on the ground in a city?

Pink petals gently fall onto his face as he groans and pushes himself upright. Music is playing softly somewhere, and people are having picnics under the beautiful trees that surround them.

"Emet-Selch?"

Well, as beautiful as it is here, he's far more interested in where his long-time friend went.