Well. That was an unexpected landing. Her knee smarted as she connected with the post, the darkness of the dream enveloping her, caressing her, blinding her, and the result, as she plummeted into the first nightmare was an ungainly crack as her feet slid from under her. She was up quickly, though, before the sky was parted with a brilliant flash of light and Sam's voice rang through the soggy air.
"The Big Bad Wolf," came the sarcastic reply, and then, more quickly, just in case they didn't recognise her voice, "Marine. Can you open the door?"