Well, crap. They're in Heaven? Topher pushes it from his mind for the moment, trying to influence the dream, breathe more lucidity into it, but given how deep in the dream Gabriel is, it's not easy. He's also refusing to pay attention to anything that happens above.

As for actual actions visible to Gabriel, he lifts his hands in a nervous gesture of peace. "I just ended up here," he answers, which isn't entirely true, but then it's not like they're really in heaven. ...He thinks. "And I'm pretty sure I'm not a prophet."

Still, even in this rather intense situation, he can't help but be curious. He can sense that this isn't just wild imaginings - there's memory and deep-rooted emotions here. So, what, does this mean Gabriel's an angel? He's not sure he can even process that. But he tries to absorb what knowledge he can gain from the dream, trying to filter out the strongest emotions, trying to resist the waves of fear and misery that pervades the dream.