The man kept nothing on him, obviously unprepared for being out in the storm earlier. In his pockets is just two silver coins, and a dagger. 

With a spell of steady warmth, things slowly dry out, and the man begins to stabilize. His breathing and heartbeat climb back up to regular strength, as one could imagine, were they able to see, that his skin color would also return to a healthy hue. 

At some point, he subconciously felt her presence next to him...and he rolls over, gently moving to take her canine form into his arms to be hugged close. Though, as he was simply a sleeping person, moving slowly, escape was a simple matter. 

And he was aware of hugging something, for just a brief moment, but otherwise returned to the land of dreams. The void disipated...popped like a bubble, once he returned. now, he was standing on an isolated wooden platform in a large field of flowers. He was confused, and disoriented, but not panicked. Instead, with some curiousity, he wandered the area, traveling from flower field to flower field, and occassional patches of forest. It went on endlessly...until he stopped and felt a ray of sunshine directed on him, and he looked up into what he thought was the sun.

A couple hours after waking the first time, the man opens his eyes again. "What....where....am I...?"