Far away, long ago, glowing dim as an ember. Things my heart used to know...

[gobetween]

Gobo sighed softly, sitting on the floor of his shared cave with Wembley. He had a small piece of wood with rubber at both ends and was throwing it down so it bounced and he could catch it. Even so he seemed... distracted, with something weighing on his mind-

"Ow-" A stray bounce had popped him in the nose, though he caught the toy after. Giving it a glare, he sighed and shoved it into a hanging basket, then got to his feet and started pacing the room. Arms folded behind himself as he traced a circular path in the middle of the room.

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[gobetween]

Gobo had indeed been preoccupied, but he was always willing to help a friend in need. Nodding at Boober's request, he settled down to rest with him, reciting the couplet together that would start the process. And afterward...

Well, he assumed he had helped, but he couldn't quite remember the dream. Lots of colors and sounds, and then- nothing. Well, if there was a lot of nothing that certainly was a nightmare, wasn't it? He just had to shake a bit of lightheadedness he had now. A pat to Boober's shoulder and he left him to gather his laundry supplies, and he headed off to... whatever he had been doing before, too.

What was it...?