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Arthur King (chasingphantoms) wrote in inpoormerit,

King's eyes narrowed as he looked at - no, through - the woman on his bed, his mind racing with possible solutions to this problem, but coming up with nothing apart from waiting to wake up. It would probably have been easier to just ignore the woman completely, but he was too curious for that. Although he wouldn't admit it just yet, there was a nagging suspicion in the back of his mind that perhaps he was awake, and what then?

"I'm here because it's my dream," King told her patiently. "And you can't be real first because you have no weight," as if to prove this, he moved his feet, which were still encased by his sheet and thin blanket, to the place where the woman was sitting, but felt no resistence against his foot. The only change was that the patch of air his foot now occupied was slightly colder. "And second because I can see through you." He shook his head gravely. "That indicates a very strange dream to me."