[Her hand presses against what is nearly solid bone. L has been dream-wandering for some time now, and back in the waking world, his body is not exactly eating or drinking of its own accord. He's slept away, already, a few pounds that he probably can't afford to lose.]

Lycka... my omen knows. She knew I'd taken something to its limit and couldn't stay there any longer. But I need her... and I need to find a way back. A person can't sleep forever, unless they truly do wish to sleep, forever.

[He's not sure how far away he is from death, but his decision to bury himself in an obsession this way was not one of his wisest ever.]