Poor Iman. Greta can only imagine what it must have looked like, her door unlocked and her things left behind and no trace of her anywhere, and she winces at the thought of Iman just stumbling upon that scene. And then she texted Johnny and the Balladeer - goodness, how many people think she's missing? At least Iman knows she's all right.

"Johnny? I met him in a dream," Greta explains. "The poor lad's had a... a rough time of it, I think." She doesn't know that much about him, and he seems so private that she's not inclined to share what little information she has. But that rangy sort of quality that he has seems so evident to her, others must have noticed it, too. She doesn't expect a vague suggestion that he hasn't had the easiest of lives to shock anyone who's spent more than two minutes in his company.

Besides, it seems the Balladeer knows him already. "What about you?" she asks, though she quickly follows it up with, "Though I don't suppose you'd be able to explain it very well." What a bother. This must be driving the Balladeer mad.