Schön looks up from his book, closing it and slipping it into the inside pocket of his jacket. His cane hangs on the edge of the desk, defying no gravity at present. "If you were having a nightmare, you did so quite peacefully," he answers calmly. "If you refer, however, to finding yourself in a place-between-places where the rules are unknown and the inkeeper has feathers? Then I must disappoint you in the affirmative."