"Do I dream of blood, you ask? As a doctor, of course. Many times." Bachelor Dankovsky said. "Now, bees? Never. I just suppose that perhaps my mind is interpreting the unknown droning noise I've been hearing increasingly in the back of my mind into the more mundane source. And expelling the results out of me, like an illness. Maybe it's better that my subconscious chose bees. Who knows what could've come out of me instead." Dankovsky chuckled, but its falseness irritated Khan.

"Why exactly are you here, Dankovsky?" Khan asked. "Dreams made manifest... Is that why you've come back? To pick through the rubble of the Polyhedron for clues and cures?"

"If it comes down to it, yes. Ever heard of getting the hair of the dog that bit you? It might be superstition, but superstition is all I have left it seems. There's nothing else I can think of that might be the cause of this. I've exhausted all other options." Dankovsky said with a distant look in his eyes.

Khan was silent for a moment. He wasn't too sure how much of the Dankovsky he knew from before was still there, or if he was talking to a desperate shell of his former self.

"You haven't visited Burakh, have you? If you're so willing to try your options, you should probably go visit the best doctor in town." Khan turned away from Dankovsky's strange gaze, to think. "...Please, Dankovsky. He'd be more than willing to help you." Khan said at last.

Dankovsky's eyes looked in the sky above the chasm. The Polyhedron was there, at one point in time, a fixed one. The memory of climbing up its steps was potent in his mind, though the time had long past Dankovsky. He felt faint, but he considered Khan's words. "If he's at the usual spot, then maybe I will."

Dankovsky turned to leave. Khan heard the echo of his footsteps, but when he turned around to see him, Dankovsky was already out of sight.