It's full of lush life -- long grass, and all sorts of possibly interesting wild herbs, and a little pond around which dragonflies flit, shining in beautiful metallic colours that may or may not actually occur on the dragonflies of Earth, and dark pink water lilies on the pond, pointy flowers peeking out between the huge, placid leaves. On one of those, a large green frog is sitting, as if out of a storybook.

Ragnar, in the meanwhile, has found a tree he likes, and rather than call Athelstan while he's exploring, he takes off his cutoff, leather jacket and shirt and leans on the tree, bare-chested, and with a welcoming grin, towards the moment when Athelstan will turn around and notice him again.