And now there's a talking cat. Greta does a respectable double-take. It doesn't look like the other talking cats she's seen - those horrific, enormous ones with the glowing eyes - but how many different kinds of talking cat can there be? Perhaps the Rift is just trying on a slightly different sort of shape.

Wait, does this mean she's dreaming? She must be. That would explain everything. Some of the panicked tension leaves her shoulders, but not all of it. This may be a dream, but there's still a talking Rift-cat to contend with.

Did it just come here to gloat?

"What do you want?" she asks it, eyeing it warily as the audience grows even more restive. She ignores them - they probably aren't even real - though she does flap a hand in their general direction. "I suppose this is your doing."