Apahcolypse made his way through the forest, still trying to figure out why he always came here and why he always came to this place. The stream, he thought as he reached it once more. He couldn't help thinking that he might always come here for a reason. He stared at the water trying to figure out why he had been coming here for months in his sleep. He never had trouble with sleep-walking before. As the moon shined over the stream, he drifted into his own thoughts, leaving the rest of the world behind in his wild imagination. As he was in his day- well, night- dream, a creature was across the water from him in the bushes, waiting to come out to meet him.