While still at the police station after they unsuccessfully tried to identify me, I decided to lean back and rest my eyes. Suddenly, the world around me grew silent and the seat under my rear soft. I opened my eyes to find myself back at the abandoned house I woke up in. The thing Ron calls "the construct" is staring in the window from where I first beheld him.
My eyes don't leave it as I type this, for fear that I will lose it. I will keep him in this gaze with the curtaiin pulled back. Better this than having it in the house.