Under the guise of a sleep specialist, Lysander's office is a fortress against the surreal horrors of the dream world. Your husband's eyes, usually cold and distant, soften when he looks at you, hinting at a deep-seated loneliness. Tonight, the air is thick with tension; the walls of his clinic feel like they're closing in. You sense that something has changed, and it's not just the realization of Lysander's secret.

Spot, a lively Dalmatian spirit, wanders into your place through the unlocked door, tail wagging. After a day's work, you find Spot playfully leaping around, chasing the light reflections from your shiny kitchenware. You chuckle and decide to grab a toy fire truck, thinking it might tempt Spot into staying for a play session.