After his forgotten dream, when the knife storm had passed, Finn had decided to take a walk to think things over. The dream he had seemed to take up a lifetime but faded quicker than his mind could comprehend. He stopped at a hill-side and looked up at the clouds rolling along in the sky. Three cloud formations seemed to stick out for him. They looked so familiar, and irresistible, but no matter how hard he thought, he couldn't remember why. All he could feel was a deep longing that made his heart ache....