Upon waking, Asterion forgot the dream. It fled from his consciousness swiftly and with the finality that only otherworldly things could carry. He remembered nothing of it, though there was some lingering feeling of importance...a sign or a message that he felt he was loathe to miss. And still, no memory of it remained, the last clinging vestige of information tumbling about his mind like so many tumbleweeds.
The dream had been in black and white.
It felt odd, but it was easily brushed away when he caught his lover's grin, his own dark eyes flickering open slowly. He returned the grin, pulled himself up to his lover's lips for a brief kiss, and nodded. "I am," he replied, yawning as he looked around them. "I've been asleep for awhile, haven't I? Where have we found ourselves?" It was clearly a small town in the middle of some vast expanse, and he tried to get a good look at the mountains from the window.
"You know, I've always had a love for roadside diners. I'm really incredibly fond of them. And...I've missed them. New England restaurants aren't the same."