Iman's grin broadens with every little display of cuteness from both otter and man, finally giggling at Jim's last remark. "I think this might suit you better," she says, head tilted in consideration.

"The rift is a what," ventures Aqil, Iman evidently having dallied a breath too long for his taste. "Possibly sentient spacetime event, pulls people in at random from all across the multiverse."

"Yes," says Iman, regarding the crow a little coolly. "It orchestrates these dreams, there's usually some kind of theme, like - buncha treehouses, or everyone has little talking animal selves." She makes an and here we are gesture with one hand. "Sometimes people get pulled in who haven't been taken yet. You, uh - you might want to be on the alert for that. Doesn't always happen, I guess, but..." She shrugs.