Once upon a time in the goblin market, a changeling searched for a way to wake his comatose uncle. The story says that his uncle hadn't been responsive since a Keeper came and took his nephew, some ten years before. Now that he was back, the changeling wanted to start setting things right. He searched the Courts first and then decided he would have to haggle with the goblins of the local market. And a haggle it would be, he vowed, for he would pay the denizens of the Hedge next to nothing, since they had chased him back to the world when he was wasted away to next to nothing.

The goblin merchant called himself Creak, and his bones groaned together anytime he moved his tall, spindly body, which was girded with rusty braces of different kinds. Creak told the changeling that he would need something called Wake Fruit. It could only be harvested in the Hedge near a long-term, comatose person who hadn't been moved in a while. The Wake Fruit would only sprout into being when the person was dreaming (which not all comatose people do) and having a particularly intense dream (Intensity 9+), and sometimes not even then. At the moment when the dream faded, when the person had a new chance to wake up, the Wake Fruit would bloom for a few scarce moments.

So the changeling followed the instructions carefully and dispensed the fruit to his uncle, who promptly ceased living. Distraught, he dragged the body into the Hedge and tried other ways to wake him up, to no avail. He left his uncle's body in the real world for authorities to find and care for.

The next time the goblin market was in town, the changeling found Creak and demanded not only a refund, but reparations.

"Don't you see, foolish boy?" Creak creaked. "Your greed only bought you half an answer last time."
"W-what?" the changeling asked.
"You were cheap and dull to bargain with, and there are few sins more grave in the goblin market," said Creak. "You never thought to ask what would happen when your uncle ate it. And since you want reparations for your insolence, this I'll give you for free: upon tasting the Wake Fruit, the imbiber will lie as dead, one day for each month the dreamer had been comatose. At the end of that time, it would be likely for your uncle to rise, none the worse for wear."

The changeling reeled. His uncle's body had already been embalmed and buried. There was nothing to keep him alive, even if he tried to rise.

"Of course, they say the comatose dreamer dies when the imbiber wakes, but all that's just rumor," Creak supplied.