Just to clarify when I'm thinking this takes place: It's just after the events of /Phoenix/, before Vlad takes off from Adrilankha for good. He's in Castle Black, and he's wandered up the steps one last time of Morrolan's tower, the one which has no windows on the outside. He watches the shifting windows, and conceives of the idea that perhaps one of the worlds through the windows will have a place where he can hide out for a while. As the scene through the windows shift, he spots one in particular with bright blue skies, green fields, and other bright primary colors, contrasting strongly with the black stone of the tower room and everything in it. Vlad, focusing on the window and willing it to remain, begins to sing. Loiosh, naturally, makes snarky remarks to him that the whole thing will end in tears. VLAD, singing: Somewhere, through Verra's Window, way up high, There's a plane of existence that might be worth a try. /Boss, do you really think it's worth the risk?/ /I'm considering it, as I wax melancholy./ /Who is melancholy, and why have you never introduced her to me?/ /Shut up, Loiosh./ Somewhere, through Verra's Window, skies are blue, /If you want blue skies, we can always go out East!/ /Shut up, Loiosh. This here is a *bluer* blue. And, hey, maybe that *is* the East!/ And the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true. /Boss, you know you've had dreams that you really, really, don't want to come true./ /Right now, my dream is to not be assassinated with a weapon that will DESTROY MY SOUL!/ /Good enough. Point to you./ I think I'll dash off a quick note So Morrolan won't have a goat or fear for me. /Morrolan? Fear? You *are* referring to the Morrolan we know, yes?/ /Well, he might worry a *bit*./ (Vlad scribbles down the essence of what he's about to do on a piece of paper, and leaves it on the floor.) The Jhereg won't know what to do Nor know which window to go through They'll never find me. /Have you thought about how you're going to get *back*?/ /Uh... We'll work something out./ /Who's *we*?/ Somewhere, through Verra's Window, demons fly. They fly through Verra's Window, Why then -- oh, why can't I? /Because you don't have *wings*, you great big... human!/ /That's "fly" as in "move quickly" or "flee". And it's metaphorical anyway!/ If eldritch undead demons fly Through Verra's Window Why, oh, why can't I? /Because it would be a really, really bad idea?/ /Shut up, Loiosh. I'm feeling reckless!/ VLAD, with LOIOSH, LEAPS through (one of) Verra's Window('s) into a world that looks bright, shiny, happy, colorful, hectic and... Odd. Very, very Odd. V&L, together: /Oh, craaaaaaap!/