"No idea," Spencer admitted. "I always come in at the same point. And it ends at the same point. And then, if I don't wake up, it starts again."
He tilted his head back, squinting at the tower where he knew the Ancient Runes classroom was. It was harder to hide in dreams; he also knew that Ryan never emerged, and it was hard to stomach that. "Pete and Patrick are going to come out from there in a moment," he said, pointing. "Then the rest of us -- we start planning a way to get in. There's still kids inside. It ends before we get out." Not before the screaming, though; not before the castle collapsed all through the middle and Spencer knew with certainty that there was no way all of them could have survived that. Not before he heard someone shouting about the tower where Spencer knew, dream-logic, Ryan was trapped, how it was blocked off, no way to get up there. The flames spat sparks up into the summer sky and Spencer watched, because he didn't know what else to do.