"He has set himself as a ruler of complete unreality. Not even that, a thug with a staked out corner," the chimaera laments. And truth be told, he patrols it only half heartedly and haphazardly, but the thing has at least enough sense to keep its complaints barebones. The only atrocities for her interest are old, ongoing bones to pick and gnaw.

"Now hold on a minute. You're mixing your metaphors," Zagreus contests the unicorn's appraisal hotly. "Just because you're a ship. To you, every hammer is a nail," that's not right, but it's close enough for a dream, where the metaphors are a bit harder to pin down. "Anyway, who asked you. I didn't come here to be interrogated by weaponised transportation. And stop talking to my chimaera," he hisses at the TARDIS. This is absurd. This isn't how it's meant to go.