Rashad is silent for a moment, remembering his limited interactions in the waking world with anyone who indicated knowledge of the rift. "I have not been so lucky," he admits. A solution presents itself easily, though. "Perhaps I could find you again when we're awake," he suggests. "I don't think I'm in the future of my own world. There are too many differences."

Like a lack of zombies...and of sapient diversity.