Harry gave his brother a sharp look. "Like hell," he said. "You need to wake up, Thomas. Pull yourself together. You're gonna be no good to Justine if you expend yourself here." And that was the magic word. Justine. Harry knew Thomas wouldn't want to endanger her for anything. "I'll talk to you in the morning."
He looked down at the sign on his neck, and snickered. "Oh, look. A souvenir. Maybe I could hang it on the fridge."
He'd mostly ignored Molly and Phaedra's entrance. Seeing them holding hands, he'd immediately dismissed them as more of the dream. But then the rock wall appeared, and they were acting like... well, like Molly and Phaedra. Minus the fighting. He looked from his bodyguard to his apprentice. "I take it this wasn't just a 'screw with Dresden' nightmare, then? How many others are involved?" He still wasn't certain who was behind it, but in order to have this many minds drawn in, it had to be something with a lot of power. Which meant he wasn't about to walk away and let them handle it on their own.