A bow? Lambert's never been great at using those. He watches skeptically as Steven conjures the note -- something Lambert just chooses to accept, since this is pretty much more normal than dreaming of his legs set on fire -- and launches the arrow into space.

That tickles at a memory that isn't quite as easy to grasp for his half-asleep mind, though he clings onto it, frowning as the arrow disappears. Someone was telling him about arrows recently, he thinks. There's something important he's forgetting. Something...

"She can't answer if we're in here, can she?"

Will becomes world. The cavern falls away, and now Steven and Lambert are standing on a balcony overlooking a verdant valley, snow-capped peaks in the distance. A dilapidated courtyard stretches out below.