"Or did you?" He asked, narrowing his eyes. "Or did you," he said softer. Pushing himself off the floor, Issac went into a handstand and started walking toward the tank picture next to hers. He wiggled his foot as if to watch the fish pass by with a puppet.
"Wait..." He turned his foot toward her as if it looked at her. "We are in Oz because we have to get the ruby slippers from the Wicked Witch... so... Elia?' He chuckled to himself, letting his body rolled downward until he was standing straight again. Leaning his head against the wall between the tanks, he shook it.
"If these dream items are real, why do they talk to me now? Why not talk to Alex-kins or Mommy Marcus or Circus Dad.... or you?" He tilted his head to the side. One wanted her, called for her in his head, lead him to talk to her when a Dreamwalker might have worked just as well in telling him reality from dreams, but Issac knew better than to scare her off like that. Even through nightmares, the items felt helpful to everyone. Didn't they?