Ginko travels back to a place he’s been before, to check in on a man whose dreams carry portents of the future. In the midst of desolation Ginko finds grief, and rather than a mushi he must free this one from guilt. Where dire advice was not followed the balance was lost. Prophetic vision warped to become living nightmare, fevered brow cradled in the pillow's embrace. Only in the sleep of death are the worlds merged and the pathway found, but what becomes of the host when the guest is no longer welcome?