"Not wild magic," she confirms. They're too human for that, despite being mostly spider.

They are, in fact, very close by, from the feel of it. "Yes - they're practically on top of us." She glances up at the ceiling, then crawls over to the foot of the slide that leads into the ball pit. "Sarge?" she shouts, her voice tinny in the metal tube. "Molly!"

There's no response, and she frowns. They must have heard that; they're too close to have missed it. "I don't--" 'understand' was where she'd been planning on going with that, but then suddenly, she thinks she does. "Oh. Oh!" She turns back to Andrew, eyes wide. "Are we dreaming?"