Dream just grunted, watching as Eames attempted to shift. He'd know that wasn't going to work, but sometimes the very young had to see for themselves. He smoothed his robes, and some of the dark smudges dripped down the length of his form, to puddle at his feet. His shadow was a darker puddle, spilling out in entirely the wrong direction.
At this rate, he might have to change his name from Morpheus to Rorschach.
"I did not find myself in any cell this morning," he said, "But since your companions could not find you anywhere, I endeavored to take matters into my own hands."