After only a moment of stillness, Cain took the note back and began folding it along the creases until it was back to the small square it had been to start. Despite the contents of the note, there was some sort of anxiousness in its sending. There was a lot Cain didn't understand about the circumstances surrounding the letter, but at the very least, the contents were clear.

"The Dreaming," Cain repeated slowly, considering. "Somehow I don't think you're implying I wrote this in my sleep, or in a dream, and it just manifested in reality."

That wasn't possible. Even in his dreams, Cain never came to such an optimistic outcome.