[She's obviously trying to keep her voice as steady and strong as possible, but it's difficult because she's more than a bit freaked out]

... Was that real?

Right-- something's happened, clearly, and I don't know where I am. This doesn't even look like my street.

[...]

How am I supposed to find my way back? All the houses look the same.

[she's twelve, and surly-- have fun!]

Can I speak to everyone living in this house with me, please? 1245 William's Road.

So... if you lot can actually speak English, why were you acting like you couldn't before?

[She sounds thoughtful, and not really all that freaked out]

I thought you weren't supposed to realize that it was a dream while you were... well. Dreaming.