"It's not a dream, Jareth," Anya said, pressing Miles' forearm down gently. "We're from Bellum; we just haven't met there yet," she explained. "And he thinks we should leave quietly and not create a ruckus," she said, motioning to the door which seemed very far away.
"Do you see anyone you know from the building?" she asked Miles, even as she looped her arm through Aiden's to help her walk. The realization that it wasn't a dream had made her recent illness hit her quickly, and she wanted to get outside with as little trouble as possible.
In the quiet, she realized something. "What curses?" she asked the man on her arm, even as she pulled Miles forward and slipped her other arm through his thankfully.