[Location: House of Stairs]

[chase_evolution]

When Mohinder had mentioned that he had nightmares, he wasn't kidding. They were no longer nightly, not in this place, but they were still quite frequent. And unfortunately, he was having one tonight. These dreams usually would leave the bed a wreck, blankets and sheets thrown everywhere. In his mind, he was running, running from something that

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[antisaint]

John's nightmares are generally about ....Hell, thanks so very much, but as it happens he wasn't having one this particularly late-night; they happen less often when he isn't sleeping alone. Which he wasn't, so basically when he's awake enough to think about this, he's just going to take a minute to be thankful - in that way where it looks like irritability and swearing - that he's some semblance of dressed. He sleeps, if you'll pardon, like the dead, and so when he stirs in a similar sleeping bag it's slowly enough that he stays put on his own landing, sitting up with one hand over the right side of his face.

If his expression is roughly akin to 'what the hell did I do last night,' that's because let's just face it, waking up in a totally different place than he went to sleep with very little memory of how that happened is not really like, all that bizarre for the heavy drinker. Eventually, his bizarroland surroundings filter in, inducing enough consciousness for this little gem, because we're getting it out of the way

[chase_evolution]

Mohinder is actually wearing both boxers and an undershirt- and despite his love for colorful outerwear, both are a boring off-white. He's rather thankful for the extra clothes when he hears John. He looks up and...okay, that's not quite right.

John is above him, but appears to be standing perfectly fine and with no problem, as if gravity was moving to Mohinder's left. John's feet are flat on what Mohinder would call a wall. So it really is Escher. Mohinder lets out a frustrated groan and then calls upward. "I don't imagine you know how we got here? I certainly don't." Wonderful of Taxon's...giant hamsters (or whatever they are) to pull them out of their sleep.

[antisaint]

John's feelings regarding the hamsters are remarkably similar to the way he feels about God, so it's really great no one is getting into that out loud. He laughs, coughily. "Nope, we're in the same damn boat."

A boat which is currently at right angles to itself; that's wonderful. "And yet somehow, I'm not paralyzed with shock." Because for fuck's sake. "I'd invite you up here to talk it over, but we seem to be short a few laws of physics." If you listen, you can actually hear Newton screaming! Or inhaling.

[behindfirelight]

From somewhere beneath them (and finding himself obliged to look down), there's the sound of another sleeping bag opened and...Sol laughing hideously, in that way where it's not really funny but you do kind of have to laugh (not a feeling he often has), when he notices the robe that's been provided for his modesty. Or everyone else's. At least it's his own (black, plain, long, thin fabric).

Knotting it, he squints down (or up) at John and Mohinder.

"Is this because I sassed the hamster?" he asks, of no one in particular.