A purple butterfly settles on his shoulder, soft as a baby's breath.

"Now now, Siebren. You're drifting away from where you need yourself to be. I don't quite know where I am either, but I don't think either of us are going to find what we're looking for in a blind panic. Go on. Find me in the town square. You'll know me when you see me, though I'm not sure how. We'll walk these strange roads together, perhaps with a cup of tea to start."