The five cubs are taken by their tribal Elders to a secluded clearing out in 
 the woods south of the Caern. Here they have the cubs sit in a circle, and 
 give each a small bit of paste on a piece of bread of wafer. The paste is 
 eaten and the Garou lay down. Whatever the concoction is, some of the herbs 
 must be used to aid in sleeping, because soon all five of the cubs are sound 
 asleep. The ritual is performed over their sleeping forms, with various 
 glyphs drawn on their faces by the adults. Symbols for glory and wisdom and 
 honor, as well as safe passage and the glyph of each particular cub's tribe. 
 When they awaken, the adults are gone, the clearing is gone, and in fact, 
 they're in a completely different wood.

Deep Forest(#3805RFJ)
The ground here is sloped but not rocky, a densely forested stretch of land 
 that shows no signs of civilization. Rising ground leads to distant mountains
 in one direction; beyond that, there are no visible landmarks save for the 
 trees that surround you. Faint animals trails occasionally cross one another 
 before winding out in various directions, and tend to provide the easiest 
 routes through the trees and underbrush.
Dante wakes up, stretching.
Dante looks around, poking at things.
Derrick rolls over. "Wha da hey?"
Dante shifts into Lupus form.
You shift into Lupus form.
Laughing-Coyote raises his nose to the wind, searching for familiar scents.
As the cubs awaken, they notice their companions are not there. Only Derrick 
 and Dante lie on this particular hillside.
Derrick ruffs in alarm. Where'd everyone _else_ go?
Laughing-Coyote turns to Leads. Laughing-Coyote assumes we are supposed to 
 find them and get home.
Laughing-Coyote grins feeling the warm weather.
Laughing-Coyote, but, soon, roots around the area, searching for anything 
 familiar, and waiting for Derrick to calm down.
Derrick snuffles around. I'm sure I would love this place, were I not worried 
 out of my skin. He shakes his ruff and settles down to looking for anything 
 useful.
As the pair awaken further, they notice that the woods has a different 
 character than that near the caern. The undergrowth is denser and the trees 
 are huge, conifers spiking up to a deep blue sky with no hint of polluting 
 haze. The air is deep and vibrant, and the forest seems as ancient as time 
 itself.
Laughing-Coyote paws one of the trees, sniffing it. It is different, Leads.
A breeze passes through, murmuring through the dark underbrush and making the 
 pine needles whisper against each other. The air carries a definite scent: 
 Garou, upwind.
Laughing-Coyote looks over at Leads to see what he is up to.
Derrick perks his ears up at the scent. Hey. Let's check that out...
Laughing-Coyote lolls his tongue. Waiting for you slowpoke.
Laughing-Coyote leaps off, following the scnet.
Derrick lolls a bit, too, and lopes off to flank Dante.
Laughing-Coyote tracks the scent as best he is able.
The two lupus run through the dense growth, startling a few mice into their 
 holes and getting a red squirrel to scold them with a *takka takka takka* 
 sound from high in her tree. It doesn't take too long before the skid into a 
 tiny clearing, to find Dusty cautiously exploring the area around him in 
 homid form.
Laughing-Coyote leaps upon Dusty.
Derrick lets Dante do the leaping. Hello, Dusty!
Dusty oofs as he goes down under a solid block of wolf, and attempts to roll 
 over immediately to see what hit him from behind.
Laughing-Coyote licks Dusty's face vigorously.
Derrick watches this display with amusement. Dante, give the man some warning,
  yes?
Laughing-Coyote lolls his tongue.
Dusty, too relieved it wasn't something big and too ugly to argue, submits to 
 the licking, then lifts elbows and knees in a concerted attempt to get his 
 tribemate off of him.
Laughing-Coyote rolls over and off, standing back on all fours.
Dusty gets up, now covered in leaves and burrs and other companions, looks 
 over at Derrick. "So where's everybody else? And where are we?"
Laughing-Coyote thinks we are not on Earth anymore. Or Australia.
Derrick does not know, and does not know. Things are somewhat vague, still.
The piercing shriek of a hunting bird echoes from overhead, some distance away.
Laughing-Coyote glances up idlly, paying little mind to the bird.
Derrick cocks an ear. What sort of bird was that?
Dusty harumphs at that, then jumps at the shriek of the bord, wincing slightly
 at the discordant call. He mutters, "Sheesh...well first thing we gotta 
 remember, it doesn't have to make sense." He looks around. "This place is 
 really old, wherever it is. Pick a direction."
The type of bird is unclear. A falcon, perhaps. Perhaps not. It does not call 
 again.
Dusty looks down at himself, then at the other two, makes a face, sighs, and 
 shifts to lupus form.
Dusty shifts into Lupus form.
Derrick lifs a paw, uncertain. I say we go toward the bird call.
Laughing-Coyote nods in agreement.
Dusty flicks an ear. This way, then. He turns his head towards Derrick, as if 
 waiting.
Laughing-Coyote snifs the air, again.
Derrick suggests Dante take the rear, and sets off.
Laughing-Coyote slides behind Dusty, and waits for him to leave.
Laughing-Coyote's mind working at 1000 miles per hour.
Laughing-Coyote wonders if someone is going to tell us a task.
The way Dusty carries himself as he lopes along suggests that he doubts it, as
 well as something else.
This time, the path takes longer. No glimpse of the bird is seen, but 
 eventually, Derrick intercepts a familiar scent. Further sniffing confirms 
 it. Madeline passed this way.
Dusty snifs at the ground, after everyone else, then urns his head, looking 
 around.
Derrick whurfs. Hey, Maddy.
Laughing-Coyote stops, but doesn't look around. He keeps concentrating.
Derrick snuffles about, trying to find an actual scent trail.
Laughing-Coyote snurfles at himself.
Finding the trail seems easier than earlier attempts, back at the Wheel. 
 Perhaps it's the clear air. Judging by the strength of the scent, broken 
 branches, and the breeze, Madeline is north-west of the group.
Derrick sets off in said direction, nose to ground.
Dusty follows almosy as an afterthought.
Laughing-Coyote follows right after them.
Before Madeline can be found, a huge looming shadow comes out of the 
 underbrush. Positively imposing, the grey-furred hispo breaks across the 
 faint trail right in front of the group. He swivels his head toward the pack 
 and growls low in his throat. ~There you are. I'd thought you'd been eaten by
 the fucking bears.~ The side of his face is a ruin, claw marks showing 
 clearly what lost him his left eye.
Laughing-Coyote ducks down to the ground, curling his tail between his legs.
Derrick skids to a halt. Sir?
Dusty stops, his tail dropping uncertainly.
Behind the Hispo comes a second Garou, this one in Lupus. Did you get lost? As
 he calls out, he moves around his packmate to approach the trio. The Caern is
 this way!
Scarface growls impatiently, then lets out a short ragged howl. They are 
 found, unharmed.
Dusty turns his head toward Derrick. What about ~Madeline~?
Derrick looks askance at Scarface, but says, calmly, I was not lost. I was but
 exploring.
Laughing-Coyote looks up, between the two adult Garou. We were not told were 
 to go.
The wolf goes over to Derrick and bumps him in greeting. Where is Silverfur?
Scarface snorts again, seemingly unimpressed. ~At least you had the sense to 
 go with half your pack. Where's the rest?~ He then rounds on the Gaian, 
 turning so his baleful brown eye can meet the ragabash's. ~Are you cubs to be
 led to bed, Quicksilver?~
Laughing-Coyote meets his eyes for a moment, confusion and anger flashing in 
 them, then looks down. "No sir."
Derrick bumps back, attempting to deal with the fact that these people know 
 him and not vice verse. We are exploring... and attempting to find the rest 
 of the pack.
Laughing-Coyote looks down at himself and at his friends, scrutinizing.
Dusty looks in the direction of the trail they had been following, ears 
 perked, and simply waits.
Scarface snorts again, the dour old warrior again seeming unimpressed. ~Surely
 children of Lion can do more than attempt.~
Derrick says, again calmly, we have her scent. We are moving toward her. That 
 is more than attempting, I would think.
Laughing-Coyote nudges Derrick and whispers to him. We are in the past.
Smallpaw gives Laughing coyote a puzzled look, then the wolf moves around to 
 stand behind and to the side of his pack alpha.
Derrick flashes Dante a _look_.
Dusty barks once, clearly waiting for others, then looks back in the direction
 of the trail.
Scarface acceeds that, if grudgingly. The warrior lifts his heavy head and 
 samples the breeze. ~Silverfur is not far, if my nose tells me right. And my 
 packmate is in that direction too.~ A noise of crashing bushes comes to the 
 group and the warrior tenses in readiness.
Laughing-Coyote backs down, whimpering.
Smallpaw looks up to see what's approaching. Although he's dwarfed by his 
 Hispo packmate, the small Get is still an effective Guardian and can hold his
 own.
Derrick looks up, and moves somewhat away from Scarface, facing the crashing, 
 ready to move further as necessary.
Laughing-Coyote backs into the rear of the group, very submissively.
Madeline appears, crashing through the bushes. "There you guys are. What the 
 hell happened? And who's that?" She gestures towards Scarface.
Laughing-Coyote is just shutting the hell up.
You paged Madeline with 'Wow, I'm just -so- ready to explain this...'.
Dusty turns his head towards the crashing, thouggh his manner says that he has
 not forgotten about Madeline. and watches quietly.
Derrick barks happily. Hi!
Scarface bristles anew. ~You make enough noise to bring the bears down on our 
 very heads, Silverfur, and then you pretend lost of memory? I am no rotagar, 
 to enjoy such jesting.~
Smallpaw thinks we should get back to the Caern before we attract any more 
 attention.
Derrick whurfs to attract Maddy's attention. We will explain later. Ok?
Madeline says "Um, yeah. What're we supposed ta be doin'?"
Dusty appears to watch Madeline for a moment, then moves a few feet away from 
 the group and waits, lowered tail flicking back and forth idly.
Scarface growls. ~Let us return to the caern. I will assume your Shadow Lord 
 packmate can fend for himself, if he is not with you.~ The Get turns toward 
 the north, the way he came.
Laughing-Coyote pokes Madeline in the leg. Lupus.
Madeline sighs. "Oh, fine."
Madeline contorts and blurs as she is transformed.
Madeline shifts into Lupus form.
Madeline looks at Derrick. Can we trust that one?
Laughing-Coyote waits for the others, but is obviously waiting for them to 
 follow.
Derrick whuffs uncomfortably. Yes. We can talk later.
Derrick follows Scarface.
Dusty turns his head, surveying the area with eyes and nose, before turning to
 quietly follow.
Scarface, luckily, has his back turned and doesn't see the question. He moves on ahead, passing through the thick underbrush with practiced ease despite his huge bulk.
Madeline doesn't look really pleased with the situation, but is willing to follow reluctantly. She's expecting something bad to happen at any moment.
Smallpaw sets off after his packmate, moving with considerable more enthusiasm. The younger wolf moves on ahead, scouting the area to make sure there is no danger for the others.
Laughing-Coyote follows last.
Scarface follows some path into a clearing of trees.
Laughing-Coyote follows some path into a clearing of trees.
Dusty follows some path into a clearing of trees.
You move into a clear area of the forest.
Forest Clearing(#3814RFJ)
The change from dense forest to woodland clearing, though a natural one, is nevertheless rather abrupt. No more than some fifty yards across at the widest point, the ground here is level underfoot, the dirt well-packed under the feet of both man and animal. A particularly immense tree, a lightning-scarred and weatherworn testament to its years, seems to be a focal point to this small area. Beyond it, to the northeast, the land rises at an angle steep enough to make climbing difficult at best.
From afar, to Madeline and Derrick, Timothy, superfluous and confused quasi-GM, is bailing, but will be running something tomorrow, once the actual setting gets established.
You paged Timothy with 'See you later... And thanks.'.
Madeline steps into the clearing from the forest beyond.
Alexander steps into the clearing from the forest beyond.
From afar, to Alexander, Scarface, Madeline, Laughing-Coyote, and Derrick, Dusty sighs and hates to do this to you all, but I'm really not feeling well. Is there any way I can gracefully bow out and have someone handwave me?
The Guardian members lead the pack back to the caern, where five Garou stand and lay in various positions around the great tree. Eyes are immediately drawn to the one with his back leaning against it, but it is another who first speaks. A tall blonde glabro man leaning on a carved staff says pleasantly, ~We had thought you had forsaken Thor's Tree so soon.~ The pale grey wolf bitch near him--the only female in the clearing--gives an amused snort.
Derrick blinks innocently. Who, us?
Scarface pages to Alexander, Madeline, Dusty, Laughing-Coyote, and Derrick: Go ahead, Dusty. I know you're not feeling well. I'll retrolog, and you can play tomorrow when you're feeling better.
The athro only chuckles. ~Well, we have no other visitors at this time.~ Scarface rumbles something about ~drunk on mead~ and stalks toward the tree.
Laughing-Coyote pages everyone: Dante apologises.
Madeline says, ~Who are you? And where are we?~
Dusty's tail droops a bit more, but he says nothing.
Laughing-Coyote covers his head with his paws.
Derrick says to Maddy, quite carefully, Could the pack perhaps talk in private?
The other man speaks. Although he is in homid, he is easily the most impressive Garou in the Caern. He wears his pure breeding like a cloak about him at all times, exuding an aura of command and presence. ~Didn't run across any trouble while you were out, did you?~ asks Odinson.
You paged Alexander, Scarface, Madeline, Dusty, and Laughing-Coyote with 'Er. "Our pack"'.
From afar, to Alexander, Scarface, Madeline, Laughing-Coyote, and Derrick, Dusty nods. "All right then...thanks. Does somebody want to handwave, or does that not work?"
Alexander waves back toward the trees. If he notices Madeline's questions, he doesn't comment on them. ~Of course, Falconwing. East of here should be private enough. But don't get lost again.~ With a small laugh, he pushes himself away from the tree and begins pacing.
Scarface grumbles to the bitch as he walks by. I think Silverfur got hit on the head when they were exploring.
Dusty has disconnected.
Derrick flicks an ear, and indicates politely, no, none. We were just exploring. Looking at the cubs, he says, Come. We have to talk.
Scarface pages to Alexander, Madeline, Laughing-Coyote, and Derrick: We only have two rooms. Pose going a little way away, and feel free to /be/ a little way away. :)
Derrick wanders off a tad.
You leave the clearing for the denser stretch of forest that lies beyond.
Deep Forest(#3805RFJ)
Laughing-Coyote has arrived.
Squirrel has arrived.
From afar, to Laughing-Coyote and Derrick, Squirrel stays with you, to be nosy and to give Dusty the log. :)
Derrick butts Dante's shoulder. This is weird.
Laughing-Coyote contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Laughing-Coyote shifts into Homid form.
Madeline comes into view from some direction.
Madeline has arrived.
Dante says "No, I don't think so. It's pretty obvious to me what has happened."
You shift into Homid form.
Madeline shifts into Homid form.
Dusty also trails behind.
Madeline says "What's goin' on here? Who are those guys?"
You say "Doesn't make it any less weird. You explain, though, I've only vaguely figured it out."
Alexander comes into view from some direction.
Alexander has arrived.
Alexander pages everyone: I think this is a great place for Quiet and I to bail out. You guys talk among yourselves as late as you want. We'll pick up here tomorrow. Even if there are only one or two of you, we can always assume the rest are out hunting or something. So RP will be pretty much whenever you can get online.
Derrick pages everyone: Ok. I c'n log for Dusty... or someone with tinyfugue. Whichever. Have a good night...
Alexander pages everyone: Night.
Dante says "Okay, we're in past lives, obviously. This is like the Middle Ages, or something, and we must be in middle Europe somewhere."
Madeline raises an eyebrow. "Really? Then, who am I?"
Alexander pages everyone: Whomever does log it, please send me a copy, too. My email is in my +finger info.
You say "I dunno, we seem to be ourselves. But we're certainly not in Kansa - er, Washington anymore."
Squirrel pages to Madeline, Dante, and Derrick: Is whoever going to retrolog all the way to the beginning? If so, I'd adore a copy too. Sent to the address on this character ('bot.')
Dante says "Leads is Falconwing, you are Silverfur, Maddy and I'm Quicksilver."
You say "And they called you Silverfur... which fits as a deedname, or it did before."
You paged Squirrel, Madeline, and Dante with '= Well, I'm in emacs, so it'll look screwey, but I've logged from the beginning...'.
Dante pages everyone: Dante got punted, and so doesn't have the log.
Madeline says "Huh. Well, okay. Next, where are we?"
You say "They seem to know us. And act like we oughta know them. Which is why I was acting like I did, 'cause saying we don't'll just get 'em annoyed, or thinking we're crazy."
You say "I dunno. Umbra, somewhere?"
Dante says "Germany."
Dante says "Or, maybe the Legendary Realm?"
You say "Germanic Umbra. Ok. There's certainly enough Get around."
Dante says "or the Get homeland?"
You say "I dunno. What's their homeland like?"
Madeline says "Wait. Are we Get now?"
Dante shrugs.
You say "No. 'Cause he called Dillan a Lord and stuff."
Dante says "I think we're still our tribes."
You say "And me a Fang. I think we're in the Legendary Realms, which means we gotta do a specific something to get home, doesn't it, Dante?"
You say "Not that we know what that something IS..."
Dante says "I bet we're supposed to Learn an Important Lesson as well..."
Madeline says "Do we know if we can trust those guys? Maybe it's a trick."
The capitalization in his voice is obvious.
Derrick twirls his hand around. "Whee."
Dante says "Can we trust any Get?"
Dante says "I don't know, but we /were/ sent here, on purpose. I doubt it's a trick."
Derrick looks at Maddy seriously. "I'm not gonna fall into bed with 'em, but I'm also not gonna refuse their help. But you're right, we don't know if what we have to do, or whatever, is something they'd like."
Dante says "Personally, I suggest we just hang out and discreetly snif around until they say 'hey, this is what you're supposed to do.'"
Madeline shrugs. "Probably we have ta kill somethin'."
You say "I bet there won't be any "Hey this is what you're supposed to do" - it'll probly be a lot less obvious than that. But definitely, hang around and try'n make friends, and stuff.""
You say "Drew was tellin' me about his Rite, once. He was in another -body-, but it was the same kinda thing - people knew him, and he had to figure out what do to."
Dante grumps for a sec.
Madeline says "Huh. Well, I guess I'm glad I'm still me, ya know?"
Dante is quiet for a moment. "We need to make a decision."
Derrick blinks. "What kinda decision?"
Dante says "It's okay to sit and talk like this when we have time to do it. But sometimes, you know, quick decisions have to be made. And that's why someone's gotta be alpha, and when they say something, we gotta listen."
Madeline nods. "I can do it. I'm an Ahroun, an' a Fang, and all that."
Dante bites his lip. "I'd rather have Derrick do it."
Derrick looks distinctly uncomfortable.
Madeline says "He's a Ragabash. Isn't that, like, not traditional?"
Dante says "So? I think he's the best for the job."
Dante says "No offense to you, Maddy, but I hardly know you, and I like you, but I...just don't think..."
Dante says "I mean... I think Derrick's better."
Madeline says "Okay, well, now we gotta have a dominance struggle, right?"
Derrick says, "I think we're doing that right now, actually."
Dante gets quiet. "Maddy, you think too much. You shouldn't say 'now we gotta have a dominance struggle', you should /know/ it. Listen to your instincts.
You say "Look, I don't really care who does what. As long as it's not Dillan."
Dante looks at Derrick. "Well, I do care."
Madeline says "Well, maybe we should hear what Dillan has to say, before we decide."
Derrick sighs. "Yeah, I know. I'd kinda rather do stuff myself... And we can redecide leadership stuff when we find Dillan, but right now he's not _here_."
Dante purses his lips.
You say "This kinda thing, we can get beaten before we even know it. So we gotta be on our toes."
You paged Dante with 'Sorry about that, Derrick's latent, "Why should _I_ lead" thing kicking in. He's got it under control now.'.
Dante says "It's not that I don't beileve you could be a great leader, Maddy, it's mostly I don't know you that well. We all know Derrick, and we all trust him to make good decisions, right?"
Madeline frowns. "This ain't cause I'm a girl, is it?"
Dante looks at her evenly. "Let's make a deal right now, okay? I won't think that you aren't competent because you're a girl, and you don't think I'm not competent because I'm Indian, all right?"
Derrick snorts.
Madeline says "Okay, fine. How 'bout we let Derrick be the Alpha, but I'm the War Leader?"
Dante says "You mean you want to be alpha when we're in a fight?"
Derrick nodnods! "That's cool with me. 'Cause I can't fight, much."
Madeline says "Yeah. If we get in a fight, I'm in charge. Kinda like that guy on Star Trek."
Dante says "That's okay with me, too. Did they teach you tactics and stuff, Maddy?"
Madeline nods. "I've been studyin', with Timothy."
You say "She's good, too."
Dante accepts that. "Have you ever read Sun Tzu?"
Madeline says "Nope."
Dante says "You should, I think."
Dante smiles. "There's something else I think we should talk about.
Derrick says, slightly warily, "Yeah?"
Dante says "I think, if we're going to be a pack, to help the both of you be in charge, we should tell each other what we think our strengths and weaknesses are."
Dante says "I think that will help you both with your decisions."
Derrick grins. "Ok... You start, then."
Madeline says "Okay. I'm good at fightin', and that kinda stuff. I'm not so good at all that people stuff. An I don't have much book smarts, but I got street smarts."
Dante says "Where are you from, Maddy?"
Madeline says "Saint Claire."
Dante says "Lived there all your life?"
Madeline nods. "Until they brought me to the farmhouse."
Dante says "Okay, well, I'm from the Zuni Reservation in New Mexico, and my mom was an English teacher, so I read a lot when I was little, espcially since there wasn't a heck of a lot to do..."
Dante says "So, I like to think I'm pretty smart. And I am kind of quick, and Rose tought me a lot of tumbling things."
Squirrel pages all: Quiet goes to bed. I'll leave this puppet on to log. Night. :)
Dante says "However, I'm small, like you see. In crinos, I'm only about as big as Derrick is now."
Madeline says "I'm not as quick as Rose, but I'm a lot tougher."
Dante looks at Derrick.
Long distance to Squirrel, Madeline, and Dante: Derrick surfaces from housemates coming home.
Derrick grins. "I'm from Connecticut. I'm pretty good at trackin' stuff to begin with, and I've been buggin' some folks around here to help me be better at it. I can pick stuff up pretty quick, and I'm an ok people person. I'm not _good_ at fightin', but i can last awhile." He pauses to think. "I read a lot. Um."
From afar, to Madeline and Derrick, Dante needs to hit the sack.
Madeline says "Well, is there anything else to do tonight? Maybe we should get some sleep, to be ready. But I want someone standin' guard from our pack always, just in case."
Derrick nods. "Me too. Hm. You take first, Dante? Then me, then Maddy, then Dusty?"
Madeline says "Sounds good ta me."
Dante says "Okay."
Dante sits up, leaning himself against a tree, watching.
Madeline takes a spot under a tree, and lies down. "Man, I can't believe we're really here on this."
Dante coughs, quietly, and starts singing, his voice surprisingly deep and well-trained for his small form...
You say "Me neither. I mean, Garou's weird enough, but we're gonna become official adults!"
Dante sings, "Even in the quietest moments, I wish I knew... what I had to do/And even though the sun is shining, well, I feel the rain..."
Dante sings, "Here it comes again, dear/And even when you showed me, my heart was out of tune"
Dante sings, "There's a shadow of doubt that's not letting me find you too soon/The music that you gave me, the language of my soul"
Dante sings, "Oh, I want to be with you, won't you let me come in from the cold"
Dante sings, "Don't you let the sun fade away/Don't you let the sun fade away/Don't you let the sun be leaving, won't you come to me soon?"
Stormcloud pages: I passed!
Dante sings, "And even though the stars are listening, at the ocean's deep/I just go to sleep"
Dante sings, "Then I create a silent movie and become the star/Is that what you are, dear?"
Dante sings, "Your whisper tells a secret, your laughter brings me joy/And a wonderful feeling I'm nature's only poor boy"
Dante sings, "But still the tears keep falling, they're raining from the sky/Well, there's a lot of me yet to go under before I get high"
Dante sings, "Don't you let the sun dissapear/Don't you let the sun dissapear/Don't you let the sun be leaving, no it can't be leaving my life"
Dante sings, "Say that you won't be leaving my life/Say that you won't be leaving my life/Stay, won't you please... stay, won't you please.../Stay, won't you please... stay, won't you please... "
Dante pauses for a moment, after his voice has grown passionate and moving... and then sings again, in the same quiet, near whisper he began the song with.
Dante sings, And even when the song is over, where have I been?/Was it just a dream?"
Madeline drifts off to sleep, soothed by the rhythms of Dante's voice.
Dante sings, "And though your door is always open, where do I begin?/May I please come in, dear?"
Dante quietly hums a few bars, and then stops, looking to see if they'd both fallen asleep yet.
Derrick is half awake and half asleep, nearer to the former.
Dante whispers. "Night Derrick..."
Dante pages everyone: Night. :)
Dante has disconnected.
Derrick falls asleep.