Thwip sits with Archmage Eyegouger dozing noisily beside him. He is staring at the cosmos above. There's something dancing there. Some shape. If only he could see it. He stands up and tries to stretch his awareness towards it. The movement. Like a dance? A wave? Hands? He stretches himself even further, becoming elongated and thin. The world... it's no longer important. The answers. The true answers. Not the clever maths of the pinkies. Not the mystical wish fulfillment of the mages. Those are all just slivers. Partial answers. Here Thwip can start to see the true shape of reality. The tools of God. He is thin now. Little more than a string. Strings. Those are strings. He sees an instrument being played. A needle sewing. A game played by children. He is unaware of the yelling Eyegouger is doing.
"Stop it yah idjit! Dreams are tha place in between and yah gonna pass on!"
Thwip grows thinner. Perhaps to understand the vibrations he must become one? He continues to pull himself thin.
"It's okay, ancient one. I got this."
Eyegouger grits his teeth. He addresses the hooded figure that had been watching them the entire time, "Yah better wait another minute til I solve this or yah won't be happy with what I do to yah!" There is no response and the wizard expected none from the ferryman. It took all of his skill just to delay his passage and get this one last visit and he's not going to have it end with another loss.
Archmage Eyegouger, one of the Great Five Exiles, holder of the secret of black powder, dwarf tosser of fireballs with no compare, and now panicking spirit, resorts to a long-used Dawrven emergency maneuver. Passed down to him from his father, who gained the knowledge from his father, back into eras long-forgotten. Eyegouger lifts his robe, cocks his leg, and swings his foot with all the strength a ghost can muster. He places a heavy boot up what he is confident is Thwip's backside.
"WAKE UP YAH!"
Thwip becomes aware of the cold stone he is lying on and the sounds of his companions. He remains lying there, unmoving, eyes closed. Attempting to shut out all of reality.
-- I didn't get to say good-bye again.--
If the others see the tears seeping out, he doesn't care.