A moment lost in the eternal dream, Skallagrim stood, hand hovering above the handle to the third car, the steam rising from the dissipating fog as the soft patter of water hitting the metal of the train. Something, some presence was coming. Allowing aesr to radiate, washing through the cars and out onto the platform as a rushing wave of energy. Barely perceptible, surely to go unnoticed save for those who have crossed paths of the Dreamers before. 

A sound, a hollow stamp of metal and plastic on metal and plastic, accompanied by a soft hiss of the pneumatic systems protesting the abuse it was suffering. It would have to be the mud creature; it had stirred, had moved forward from where it had coiled itself on the train. 

Outside the Assassin remained, but for how long? That was the question, and the follow up question was simply, would he be willing to allow the Dreamer to record this creature before he completed his mission?

Returning from the slumber, Skallagrim clasp the handle and slide the door open, stepping through into the third car. The frost and heat collided, creating a cloud of steam that drizzled a rain soaking the seats and carpet of the car. 

Slipping through the opening and standing in the doorway, the Dreamer allowed his aesr to flood the car, pinging and recording everything within and focusing on the open door opposite him. A surge of aesr swelled around the skeletal being, streaming amethyst energies issued from the eye sockets, swirling away in the weather front created by the clashing temperatures.