He knew he was dreaming again. Like before, there was that warm, fuzzy sensation that always seemed to coat his body. He always felt it whenever he was having a dream or a nightmare.
Like before, he was back in that place, on the Surface. He had once again reverted to his younger self: His hands and face was devoid of holes and scars, he was wearing those blue shoes that were one size too big, and that soft scarf of scarlet red was comfortably wrapped around his neck.
Like before, the grass was glistening with dew. The sun was shining overhead, its rays piercing through the leaves and branches of the maple trees.
Without a second thought, he started to walk forward. He already knew where to go; he already knew what... who... he was looking for. The grass rustled with every footstep he made, and the gentle breeze of summer made his coat and his scarf billow behind him like curtains.
A few paces later, he found her again.