[001]: Could it be a dream? The road to nowhere leads to me.

[elegantinmind]

[There’s a point when using dream-share technology for any length of time where it becomes almost impossible to dream without it. It’s an inevitable consequence that every long-term dreamer discovers sooner or later, though whether it’s merely a starting point of the damage it can cause is another matter entirely. It’s been so long now since Arthur

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[smileforaliving]

Depending on who you ask, Neal would be considered worthwhile, though Arthur may not hold that opinion right off the bat. No one would hold it against him

[elegantinmind]

Being stranded in the middle of no where should be concerning, but if anything Arthur's currently consumed by fascination; he's grown accustomed to the dream world, to exploring and pushing boundaries. But this? This is proving to be something different entirely

[smileforaliving]

Neal is not as accustomed as some but he thinks that is perfectly understandable. Besides that, he's good at looking like he is accustomed which gets you pretty far, even in dreams.

He noes the way Arthur is looking at him and arches his brows. "I'm not armed," he informs with a shrug. He doesn't carry a weapon in the waking world, he highly doubts he's going to start doing so in his dreams.

Well, at least most of the time.

"Not a mirage," he assures with a laugh. "Though I would make a pretty good one. A dream though, in case no one's told you."

Shaking his head, he sighs. "I have no idea. I just know I ended up here and had a choice. Start walking one way or the other. I chose the way that would keep the sun out of my face." He peers at Arthur, studying him for a moment. "What about you?"

[guiltapalooza]

Willow's not one for a lot of walking; she's somewhere along the road, standing at the edge and frowning. She's gotten the hang of this dream thing and controlling it pretty fast, but that doesn't mean she's perfect at it, and at the moment, she's very much caught up in her own subconscious.

There's a deer on the other side of the road from her, a young fawn. There's something to it, a certain air of innocence and purity... It stands immobile, picking at the small patch of grass beneath its feet. Willow stares at it with her frown, concentrating hard. Her hand is hidden in her full skirt, a knife in it, unseen.

"Why isn't this working?" she mutters, frustrated.

[vacationisalie]

Worthwhile company? Maybe. It simply seems as though, whilst Arthur's walking, Roxas simply appears beside him, content with simply following down the same road.

And perhaps he is. It isn't his dream, after all, so the air and space is clean and fresh by comparison. There's a spark of curiosity and intrigue there as well, one that eventually has him looking over at the man and asking in a quiet, low voice:

"Where are we going?"