A cage, he thinks. Yes. It's not just a room they've thrown him into. It must be a cage.

"No." He responds firmly. Whatever trouble he's in now, he knows that he doesn't want to get this girl involved. Not when she's already gotten out safely herself. Only...not so safely, because she's escaped only to be pulled into his mind.

There's no telling what could happen to her if he loses control while she's still here. She could be lost in some limbo forever, or her mind obliterated. With a force of will, he tries to push her consciousness out of his mind, but it doesn't even begin to work. He's fighting a war on too many fronts.

He huffs out a breath, frustrated and frightened that he might be starting to panic. "I got away," he lies, "but I'm tired. I need you out of my dream."