"Yeah," says Iman, utterly unconcerned with Rita's obvious confusion. She must not be a rifty, she's either some fucked up figment of Iman's own imagination (holy hell, scratch that, she better not be) or some poor soul pulled in from the outside. It doesn't matter. Greta's going to be okay, but they're not out of the woods yet.

"Greta," she says, pulling back and cupping her hand around Greta's cheek. "Listen to me. There's no reason to think the dream won't make you experience - becoming one of-" She grits her teeth. This is going to fucking suck, real or no. "We're going to have to wake you up." She searches Greta's eyes. "Do you understand?"