"I was coming to find you, actually."

Quentin stuff the note in to his pocket and steps down off the porch. There's a rock in his pocket and it has a huge key in it. Or, the dream does. Whatever. The point is, there's something in Quentin's pocket and it has fucking Mickey Mouse in it. And a huge key.

Quentin tries, and he fails, to keep a huge smile off of his face. "Have you seen the rocks around? The shining ones?"