As the hazy light filtered through the trees, a figure on a boat came into view, a hat pulled down over their face.

They got closer to me and I gripped my oars tight, ready to make a quick getaway if required. They stopped their boat a few metres in front of me and without looking up, said in a loud booming voice which echoed around my head:

“THIS IS MY LAKE! LEAVE IT! NOW!”

The trees and water melted away and turned into the bustling, busy city.