[You're transported to a small, dark room. The details seem indistinct and blurry, as if Albert can't quite fully remember what it looks like himself. Nevertheless, you can make out that there are candles lit on a work table, and the room projects an overall feeling of warmth, protection and security. ... And maybe secrecy, as well?]
[Albert doesn't look up at Syaoran, though. He's focusing intently on his hands, which he's holding out in front of him.]