"Say," Harvey said, standing. "I don't have the faintest idea who I am, where I am, or why, but ... who are you?"
She bit her lip, and said with forced gaiety, "My goodness, Harvey. Don't you remember? No, I suppose you don't. Well, I'm ... Dana. Tell me, Harvey," she walked over to him and looked into his eyes. "How much do you remember?"
Harvey stopped smiling, frowned, rubbed a hand through his black hair. "Not much," he admitted, staring out the Palace window. "I keep having the feeling that if I try hard enough ... but, I'm not sure I want to remember," he finished, puzzled.
"Now, Harvey," Dana laughed and put her arms around him. "You're here now, and that's all that matters. You've always been here." Harvey looked down at her fondly.
"Tsk tsk," he pronounced. "Now you have aroused my curiosity." He kissed her, felt an imperious snap at his pantleg, and turned to find an amazing likeness of a dragon turning a burning gaze at his exposed calf. "Hey!" he shouted, and jumped.
"Timothy!" Dana shouted, and the dragon reverted to her pet animal. She turned back to Harvey. "I'm so sorry, Harvey. Timothy is really very fond of you."
"He has an odd way of showing it," Harvey growled.
The pinkness of the outer world suddenly changed to a deep aquamarine.
"Oh dear," sighed Dana. "Night already, and I haven't made up the bed. I suppose we can sleep on the cot tonight," she said tentatively.
"We?"