"No," I say, mouth forming a tight line. I can only wake myself up. Other than that, it's leaving the same way I came in, by walking the Fade. I knew the danger when I set out; I have power, but only power enough to wander, not enough to shape the Fade around myself to my desire.

"But maybe you can?"

I've had enough of the birds. What I can do is use my magic here, as I can in the material world, though it might attract nasties if I'm not careful and quick.

"Good runner?" I ask. Then I lift my staff. It gives a cold blue glow. The waves nearest me freeze into jagged peaks. The ice is walkable, but not thick, and the battering water of the turbulent sea threatens by the half second to wash it all away. I'm not powerless, either.