"All of that sounds delicious," Giles says sincerely. "And I bet any of it would have been wonderful with the tea. Which has now gone cold," he says with a hint of sadness in his voice, giving the teapot a look that borders on disappointment.

Remembering how he was on a mission to leave the room before Sunshine came barreling into it, he pushes back from the table and stands. Dream or no, he'd like a better understanding of where he is - and possibly why. He stretches his back a little as he tosses a look between the barricaded door Sunshine came through and its unsecured partner across the room.

"I was on my way out when you came in," he says, "and I'd still like to know where we are." He can predict her arguments, so he adds, "There hasn't been a rattle at your entrance, but we'll leave it alone, just in case. How about we try the other door?"