Johnny helps her down and yanks the door shut behind them.
"Sort of," he says tersely. "Like I said, we're dreaming. I'm - I changed your dream to something I could work with." Well that's a shitty explanation, this is a terrible time to explain anyway. There are still shuddering quakes coming from above them, little showers of dirt raining down. The ceiling is still earth, but the walls are wood, the stairs creaking underfoot. He digs in his pockets and fucking fortuitously the dream has afforded him his lighter, which he flicks open.
It doesn't do much good. He can see just a little ways in front of them. Stairs and more stairs, going deeper into the earth.
He draws a deep breath and reaches out for her hand.
"Only way is down," he says with a faint trace of apology. "We'll be okay."
He starts to inch forward, guiding her down the steps.
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"Sort of," he says tersely. "Like I said, we're dreaming. I'm - I changed your dream to something I could work with." Well that's a shitty explanation, this is a terrible time to explain anyway. There are still shuddering quakes coming from above them, little showers of dirt raining down. The ceiling is still earth, but the walls are wood, the stairs creaking underfoot. He digs in his pockets and fucking fortuitously the dream has afforded him his lighter, which he flicks open.
It doesn't do much good. He can see just a little ways in front of them. Stairs and more stairs, going deeper into the earth.
He draws a deep breath and reaches out for her hand.
"Only way is down," he says with a faint trace of apology. "We'll be okay."
He starts to inch forward, guiding her down the steps.
"My name's Johnny," he tells her belatedly.