I'm sorry. I hate to bother you again after everything you've done, but I'm afraid the situation has grown more complicated.

If I understand what Arthur taught me, if you die in a dream, you wake up. Correct? What happens if a projection dies in a dream?

There's a group of you on the community who study dreams, isn't there? Not psychology, I mean the actual science of making dreams real -- I know I read something like that, during a virus. I can't have just dreamed it up.

I need to speak with you. Please.

[Reeve's bedroom has floor to ceiling windows, none of which seem to be curtained. The only thing that saves it from being indecent is the view out the windows, clearly showing that there is absolutely no way anyone could see into the condo without a helicopter ( Read more... )

[Reeve's daydream broadcasts to the community while he's sitting at a fundraising dinner, staring politely at his wine glass and not really listening to the drone of the speaker at the podium ( Read more... )

By now, it should be apparent that we are hearing each others' thoughts. I find Mr. Xavier's instructions to think of other things, such as poetry or the lyrics to songs, the most effective method of circumventing this. Of course, another way to avoid potentially awkward situations is to stay clear of those who you do not wish to be exposed before ( Read more... )

I need to speak to those in possession of World Hops, if you are willing. I am trying to prove -- or rather disprove -- a theory. To date, I have discovered two worlds that I am having difficulty accessing. Harry Potter's world was previously accessible and he was able to leave it, but now it seems he is trapped there. 11-12's world remains ( Read more... )

[It looks like Rufus. Reeve is sitting at the desk in Rufus's home office, his own laptop in front of him, hard at work. That shouldn't bother Rufus. He might not even mind the mug of coffee at Reeve's right hand ( Read more... )

It seems to appear that I have awoken as a mummified shell of what a person should be, if this is the aging process, it has not been kind to this body. Regardless, I've had more debilitating handicaps than this one, though this one might prove to be a challenge ( Read more... )

I went to Costa del Sol, and they died. Thousands of people. I didn't stay and fight.

[Reeve's computer flickers on mid-conversation, obviously, as he and two others are leaning over a map. The other man wears a long, tattered red cloak. The girl seems to be wearing a bikini top and a miniskirt and has her short hair tied back with a bright yellow scarf -- probably not WRO regulation uniform. Reeve's first words are too muffled for ( Read more... )