Jon Snow was lonely. He had been since he killed Qhorin Halfhand, though it had shut the wildling girl up. He missed Ghost, and Winterfell. He even missed Sam. Yet here he was, walking in days old piss and shit. Life was funny. In a couple of days he would arrive at wildling camp. When wildlings found brothers of the night's watch, they slaughtered them. While Jon was miserable, he was alive. For the wildlings, courtesies like this were almost as polite as one lord giving another his castle. Jon looked to his side and saw one of the wildlings slowing in the heavy snow, something Jon was surprised about. The wildling had lived beyond the wall for all his life and yet this storm slowed him down. Jon turned his head to look at the wildlings ahead of him. All of which became less visible in the snowstorm. Jon closed his eyes and suddenly he was nowhere.

Tyrion Lannister gazed out at the ocean.

"What a marvelous sight." he said gazing at the women undressing by the water.

Bronn chuckled. "Don't you already have a woman?"

Tyrion turned to face the mercenary.

"Yes, but since when does that mean I cannot enjoy the smaller pleasures in life?"

Bronn smirked. "I don't know. Even from here they look like pretty big pleasures."

Podrick snickered at Bronn's joke before turning to Tyrion.

"My Lord, the meeting of the small council will begin soon."

Tyrion nodded his head.

"Podrick, could you-" Tyrion never got to finish his sentence however because the next thing he knew, he was nowhere.

Arya Stark lay sleepless in a cave. Suddenly, she was nowhere.

Bran Stark dreamed he was a direwolf. Suddenly he was nowhere.

Robb Stark lay beside his wife, Talisa. Suddenly he was nowhere.

Sansa Stark watched ships in King's Landing. Suddenly she was nowhere.

Daenerys Targaryen and Jorah Mormont arrive at Astapor. Suddenly they were nowhere.