Aidan awoke elsewhere. Not in bed, surrounded by four blue walls, caught in slices of the sunlight peering between blinds. Not, to his bewilderment, near any place he remembered ever being. Instead, Aiden lay beneath a lush green canopy. Beads of water tapped his face like lazy fingertips, smelling of lilac and cinnamon. He still wore his brown pajamas, but where was he now?