Journey phased in slowly, only to find himself lying on the ground with a lot of other people. The silver-haired boy looked around, noticing that they were all dead. That made him a little bit sad, but it didn\'t effect him nearly as much as Storm\'s earlier unkindness had. That was because this was the Dreaming, and nothing here was really real. Journey knew that, and so he\'d become more okay with seeing horrible things in dreams than he was okay with seeing them in the real world. Then again, both places felt like home to Journey... this one moreso even than the other, but that\'s where he\'d grown up and lived, and he could only get to this place through other people, so he\'d always thought of Earth as home.
"This isn\'t a happy dream at all..." Journey said softly, closing his eyes and just... thinking, a little bit. The bodies all over the dreamscape healed and began to float upwards, suddenly growing beautifully coloured wings when they were about 3 feet off the ground. Their wings grown, most of them burst into flight, laughing. Some hovered just above the ground, spinning in small circles. Journey watched them all do this, laughing as he did. "Wow!" he said, looking as one shot past him. That was when Journey decided that they wouldn\'t get all the fun; twisting his face up and using just a touch of effort, Journey sprouted his own wings - large, and the same kinds of colours as his hair.
Journey cast a glance back at them, then leapt into the sky with a delighted squeal. He shot around for a couple of seconds before he noticed Storm and... some cloaked lady. "I\'ll rescue you!" Journey called down, because he could tell that wouldn\'t be any good. His words probably should have been lost to all the fluttering around them, but Journey was sure Storm heard him - even if only softly. After all, Journey had wanted her to. His intentions thus voiced, he dove down towards the pair and grabbed storm\'s arm, carrying her off into the sky with him and the rest of the winged beings.
Right now, Journey looked a great deal more regal than he did in actuality. More... full, and wise. Less child-like, though still friendly. Perhaps it was the wings, or the way his hair blew back in the wind. Whatever it was, it was a good sight more impressive than Journey looked back in the real world.