"The sun." He turned another half-circle, just feeling Wembley staring at him. Defensively, he waved his hands. "Look look I know it sounds weird! But... I can't explain it. I keep dreaming about the sun and..."

Gobo hesitated, trying to draw his dreams out, the mixed and blurry images he couldn't make sense of awake. "...and a rock like a field. Warmth, and music and..."

Other Fraggles.

"...other stuff. Weird, I guess."