"Not this exactly," she says as she picks her way over a fallen bit of piping, "but these weird dreams happen all the time."

… Which he'd know, if he'd been here long. Daine pauses long enough to let Daniel catch up, then looks up at him. Odds bobs, another tall one. "Have you been in Manhattan long?" she asks, her expression shifting into something more sympathetic. It's not easy being new.