Noah felt he ended up in similar situations more often in recent times.
Another illusory dream where he couldn't tell what was real and what wasn't. As if it was truly a dream or visions of the past, or a glimpse of the future to come, he couldn't tell, he could watch on in silence without being able to do anything.
The first vision he saw this time was the same old man from his last one. He laughed as he wrote something unto a piece of paper.
'My successor, if only you knew how much rests on your head, but worry not, I, your master would accompany you through the dangerous parts even if time wouldn't permit us to meet'
Noah had no idea what those words meant, but it was comforting to listen to. The vision vanished just as fast as it appeared and another one took its place.
The same old man, Ramona, a figure of him and Aelia.