The transition from the shadowed ceiling of his room at the Corellia home to sleep go unnoticed by Tarroc. However, the transition into what seems to be the dense underbrush of a tropical rainforest is much more noticed. Of course, surreality is a facet of dreams and this doesn't surprise Tarroc in the least; the question of why he is here doesn't even come to his mind. "Are these your memories?" Jessalyn asks softly, turning away from him and walking to the water's edge. She wades out, letting her toes sink into the soft mud, the cool, dark waters swirl around her feet in a gentle vortex.