"You've a bit of a mischievous streak, I see," says Iman lightly, not sure if she's saying it to Angus or Greta - is there a difference, when one gets down to it? Angus essentially is the mischievous streak, if she's reading this right. She leans into Greta, grinning, and ignores Aqil's knowing little cluck from down below. "A walk, then. We'll see what we see."

It'll be nice. And then they'll wake up and everything will be normal. That's the nice thing about these dreams.