[ When he answers she’s so relieved that she stops short and almost trips. ] Finn! Thank God—I’m fine, are you?
[ It’s strange, isn’t it, that he’s worried for her? She was the one dreaming. He was never actually in danger.
It’s easy to say that and much harder to believe it. That room with the dead aliens, the man in the woods, the monsters that killed her. It was so real. It was all so real. Logic can’t beat out the feel of that projectile sinking into her stomach, or the way their robed attacker hit the snow in a haze of blood. And that alien—where did she come up with that? Why the sand?
Chyler starts walking again, rubbing her arm from the chill and from goosebumps. ] Where are you?
As Finn crashes out the door he hears a distant and confused “the fuck??”
[ It’s strange, isn’t it, that he’s worried for her? She was the one dreaming. He was never actually in danger.
It’s easy to say that and much harder to believe it. That room with the dead aliens, the man in the woods, the monsters that killed her. It was so real. It was all so real. Logic can’t beat out the feel of that projectile sinking into her stomach, or the way their robed attacker hit the snow in a haze of blood. And that alien—where did she come up with that? Why the sand?
Chyler starts walking again, rubbing her arm from the chill and from goosebumps. ] Where are you?