Mel turned her head, away from Julian, and toward the voice.
She almost fell out of her chair.
So... the thing about the Watcher's Diaries. They didn't usually come with pictures, but they did come with agonizingly detailed descriptions of everything having to do with the slayers. Mel didn't have the dream abilities herself, so she couldn't *feel* who this person was.
But she'd read enough about her to fill a damn encyclopedia set. Her mouth was hanging open. She put a stop to that.
She'd have to deal with things in order of importance, though. Mel stood up from her chair and pushed it back. Julian sort of remained frozen, just sitting there oblivious. Not part of this portion of the dream.