At this point of the trip, Chaucer was having a dream: He was a famous singer and everyone in the entire world wanted him to perform at their music halls. Magazines were spawned in his honor, some entirely dedicated even to the smallest wrinkle in his clothes and the implications of said wrinkle. He was a veritable god! Cotton candy rained from the heavens (it always missed Chaucer's hair) and every convenience store was made of a different kind of gourmet chocolate. Black Whimsy was there as well, though in the dream he had bright pink tail feathers and spoke with a Spanish accent.
Chaucer had just got on stage and began to sing his best song -"Hedwig had a little Bat" - when the crowd became Bertie Bott jellybeans, demanding to be eaten each in turn. With a scream, the popstar ran to an exit, but was blocked off by a mime that kept saying actions instead of actually doing any. Whimsy came from the right and lifted Chaucer to safety, taking him Valhalla where the gods and immortals gave him a chalice of butter beer. He drank it all down and declared "I am now one of you!"
Odin, the king, looked down upon him and with a strangely juvenile voice said "Get off, Chaucer. You're heavy."

Chaucer plummetted from the clouds, waking up seconds before he hit the ground. In his conscious state, he knew that the voice belonged to Kellen. He bunched up his jacket and flung it at his serene face - "You bloody killjoy.".