"But I didn't come through any rift," Giles presses. "I am, according to you, dreaming." And while a person's consciousness can travel pretty much anywhere in a dream, the same is not true of the body.

He pauses, considering, sipping his tea - which is much better than any dream tea has right to be - trying to get it all straight in his mind. "I must have been drawn into the dream through the rift. Though how that happened when I am on the other side of the country from it, I have no idea. Inter-dimensional portals shouldn't work that way."

He glances up at Sunshine over the rim of his cup. "Do people often show up in these shared dreams who haven't actually appeared through the rift?"