Jacob Carnegie returned to his humble home after a full day's work. He dressed into comfortable clothes, ate a simple meal, and read a book he only partially felt any interest in. He couldn't afford much. Not enough to travel, not enough to partake in old childhood dreams. His needs and responsibilities fit squarely into the city which was essentially his whole world. Although he could imagine other worlds, he could never truly experience them as he once had in his childhood fancy. This disappointed him to some extent, but because his life was simple he didn't ever complain about it. After finishing his novel, he went to bed knowing he had another full day's work ahead of him. Perhaps his waking life was dull, he thought, but he could always rely on his dream life to excite his imagination. Jacob then closed his eyes and was Jacob no more.
Aru the thief awoke from his troubled sleep to the familiar setting of his pitched tent home. Once again he ha