She followed the bastard's connect again from Murphy's dream before it could disappate now that she was awake. Where she ended up wasn't where she wanted to be. This wasn't her mind, nor was it anyone's she'd prefer to be in.
Phaedra. Figures. Still. The enemy of my enemy blah, blah, blah.
"This isn't real." Molly faded into view looking pissed off and a bit rough around the edges, her eyes trained solidly on Harry's bodyguard. "But you can't wake up can you? So you're going to have to learn how to change this."