Mat rattling a dice cup. His opponent stared at Mat with eyes of fire. Mat did not seem to see the man, but Perrin knew him. "Mat!" he shouted. "It's Ba'alzamon. Light, Mat, your dicing with Ba'alzamon!"
Egwene and Nynaeve and Elayne stood looking at a huge cage, with a raised door held on a heavy spring. They stepped in and reached up together to loose the catch. The barred door snapped down behind them. A woman with her hair all in braids laughed at them, and another woman all in white laughed at her.
(tSR pg 320-321 ch 28 To the Tower of Ghenjei)
Rand stood amid swirling stormwinds, laughing wildly, even madly, arms upraised, and on the wind rode small shapes, gold-and-scaret, like the strange figure on the Dragon Banner; hidden eyes watched Rand, and there was no way of telling whether he knew it.
Nynaeve and Elayne stalking cautiously through a demented landscape of twisted, shadowed buildings, hunting some dangerous beast.
Mat, standing where a road forked ahead of him. He flipped a coin, started down one branch, and suddenly was wearing a wide-brimmed hat and a walking staff bearing a short sword blade.
Egwene and a woman with long white hair were staring at him in surprise while behind them the White Tower crumbled stone by stone.
(tSR pg 612 ch 53 Price of a Departure)
Egwene stood among a crowd of women, fear in her eyes; slowly the women knelt around her, Nynaeve was one of them, and he believed he saw Elayne's red-gold hair.
Mat stood naked and bound, snarling; an odd spear with a black shaft had been thrust across his back behind his elbows, and a sivler medallion, a foxhead, hung on his chest.
Perrin thought it was Rand. He wore rags and a rough cloak, and a bandage covered his eyes.