Playtime, Harvey learned, consisted of a pleasant swim in the purple waters of the Palace moat, followed by a delicious feast of some sort of orange fruit faintly resembling wax-covered ladybugs. They--he and the girl and a pet animal with a disturbing tendency to change shape every three seconds--were seated in a rather large floral garden (there was a faunal one somewhere nearby, Harvey learned), gazing. That is to say, the girl was gazing at the garden, the animal at Harvey, and Harvey at _her_. It must have been a pleasant experience all around, for they started laughing after a few minutes. "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 _al_ways 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. "_Tim_othy!" 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?" "Oh. I forgot. You just got here today, didn't you," she said absently, a little rankled. "Well, you can have the cot tonight, Harvey. We have _so_ much to do the rest of our lives." Harvey felt so suddenly overcome with weariness he didn't think to ask her just what it was they had so much of. He followed her docilely down a blue-lighted corridor and out onto a small balcony. A low cot, lined with silk and complete with canopy, reposed in the exact center of the porch. He turned to say good-night to Dana and found her already gone. The little Changeling sat panting in her place, its multi-morphic form vibrating slightly. Harvey grinned down at its angry dwarfish stare. "Jealous, eh?" he said.