"You caught me," croaks Yhohm, "I'm really deaf. I'm only pretending I can hear you."

Asmodia's tail twitches back and forth uneasily, standing in for the fidgeting the rest of her body wants to do right now. That other person -- he'd been more insistent that it did mean she was going to be taken to Manhattan. And it wasn't only the one dream now; when she casts her mind back to it she can remember different and strange places in her dreams, all associated with this Rift. "I don't think we know any dreamweavers..." she mutters to herself, but even that thought is familiar, linked with foggy memories.

No. No, she believes that whatever this is, it really does come from outside her own world. "Other worlds," she says, focusing back in on Greta. "Does that mean you were brought in from another world as well? Are you from that -- what was it -- Earth?"