He had wondered whether such entities would exist here, in the volatility of . But that was the thing, was it not? Danger did not translate between dimensions. Yves already knew as much from the dual planes that constituted his original reality. As with physical matter and ethereal energies, what defined or threatened one dimension in profound ways might not even leave a single trace in another. And so,   spared him the desert’s heat, ’s cold, and the erosion of his Rothar. For the first time in weeks, he felt somewhat stable, and it was here of all places. Yves permitted himself to notice that. spared him everything except the persistent sense of being watched. Though, that was a general thing with Yves. The feeling did not come with any dimension; it was part of him.