He was a Sasquatchian creature, vile at heart and adept at fooling people of his virtue.
It was evening. I went to my assigned room. I don't remember if I had left the door un-
locked or opened it when someone knocked; but there he was, standing in the door-
way grinning: a dark blue figure blocking out the light.

Then a crack appeared
in the ceiling, widening
until I floated up and in-
to my bed.

The Old Ones knew that The People had come to the Blue World after a long struggle.
What they forgot was that dreams and visions show a reality that is as strong and
certain as the greatest tree or the highest mountain.