[This is preferable to the Shido looking drawing that scattered by him - he can only hope the overgrowth consumes that shitty image.

They're running now - her grasping his wrist like he wouldn't keep up otherwise. A stick for protection. He doesn't need saving, she does, but the old adage of dying in real life if you die in a dream-

It's not true. He's dreamed enough to know it.

He isn't bothered by their current situation - a shitty sequel to the events of a few weeks ago. It must be a raw wound for her. Dragged, but he lacks the fear she's exuding. If they die, they die. If they live, they live. Waking up is the priority now.]

You're generously overestimating how much I know about this. I've been dragged into them - I can't recall how to leave, though if it's like a normal dream...

[Being jolted awake. A sudden fear. Maybe death is the answer now.]

Please release my arm.