At least ghosts living in the Haven's husk move with something like a purpose, even if it's only the distant echoes of a routine lost in the past. All the dreamers can do is wander and wonder after them.

Harry's not the only one chasing shadows for some hope of answers; the dark, oozing demon limps around a corner after a wispy memory of a witch, but it freezes at the sight of a whole and healthy human.

The demon isn't the smartest, but it knows at least a monster dribbling black fluid in an oil-rotted ruin looks pretty bad. This human doesn't look to be in a great mood either, but... well, who would be, in this situation. Unless, for example, your face is stuck in a perpetual eerie smile.

The demon stares for a moment, then very quickly tries to back away from Harry down the hall.