Ambrose, dressed as Beowulf, landed gently on the roof of the building.
Then, with a wave of his hand, a purple mist descended to the roof, and from there, an unconscious woman gently floated down to the roof.
She was still sleeping soundly in the safety of her dreams.
Beowulf then crouched beside her and touched her forehead gently, infusing some of his magic into her dreams.
"Tell me where you live…" He whispered with a dreaming echo.
Without realizing it, the woman began to speak in her sleep, revealing the location of her home.
"17th of Nocturn Avenue…"
Beowulf wrapped her in a gentle blanket of purple mist and made her float above the roof.
Then he made her vanish into the purple mist and immediately followed her into the mist.
As they moved with blitzering speed across the Great City, everything looked blurry and purplish.
