White of the Kin (addressing Zoë): You've come to me for the same reason April came to me not long ago. You're stuck.
Zoë: I'm stuck here in Arcadia, yes. I need to go back to Stark.
White of the Kin: But this isn't the only place you're stuck. You're stuck in life, like driftwood to a river. You lack direction. You lack faith.
Zoë: Maybe so, but that's why it's important that I go back home. People there need me, and I want to be there for them.
I don't want to be adrift anymore. I want to be where I'm needed the most.
White of the Kin: And that will bring you home, Zoë. Your commitment to your friends, your belief in yourself and your abilities...
Faith will bring you where you're needed the most.
White of the Kin: It's easy. You're not really here.
Zoë: That's what you said earlier...but it doesn't make sense. I'm right here.
White of the Kin: Yes. And no. You're unlike anyone I've ever met. You belong to the storytime.
Zoë: Okay, now you're being cryptic. I've had enough of that. I can't take any more riddles. Just tell me what it means.
White of the Kin: I'm sorry. It's not cryptic to me. It just is.
Zoë: With all due respect, I just want to get home. I want to help my friends. I want to stop the bad guys from winning. I want to...
I want to be myself again. (White of the Kin nods as she continues.)
The last time I was here in Arcadia, I fell asleep, and when I woke up I was back home, in Stark. How did I do that?
When I fell asleep on the airship on my way here, I didn't disappear.
White of the Kin: That's because you didn't dream. If you dream the right dream, it becomes reality. You can go anywhere you wish.
To go back to your own world, you just have to wake up.
Zoë: You mean this is all a dream?
White of the Kin: This isn't a dream, but you're dreaming.
Zoë: I'm confused again. All I need to do is go to sleep and dream about home...and (then) I'll wake up and be home?
White of the Kin: Maybe. I've never met anyone like you. I only know that there are some who have a strong connection with the world of dreams.
And you are one of them.
Zoë: I'll just have to take your word for it. Help me fall asleep. Help me dream, or wake up, or whatever it is you said I need to do to get home.
Time's running out. I have to be where I'm needed the most.
White of the Kin: (beckoning) Come here.
(whispering) You must find her, Zoë. You must help her. Wherever she is, that's where you're needed the most.
Crow: W-where did she go? What did you do to her? Did you use magic on her?
White of the Kin: I didn't do anything to her, funny bird. She left this place on her own.
Crow: But...but she just vanished!
White of the Kin: I know. Isn't it fascinating? There's no one else like her. She's special.
Crow: I've never met a human girl who hasn't been special. For all I know, they've all got strange powers and important destinies. I just hope she's okay.
Brian Westhouse (having seen the entire scene from an upper ledge): Most interesting.