There was a decent grip to her hands, but Dream didn't mind. He would probably never mind. It was Nanshe.
Italy.
What? That didn't make a lot of sense. What she was saying... Morpheus shook his head, eyebrows drawing together into a line. If he thought it possible for Nanshe to have a concussion, or to actually be on something, that might be different, but neither of those things made any sense, either.
"None of that makes sense," he said, shaking his head again. "I just saw you. It wasn't that long ago. And there wasn't a recreated world involved."
To be fair, Dream had a warped sense of the passage of time.
Where was this?
"I don't know," he said, shaking his head again, looking around.
How long have you been here?
Dream arched a brow and jokingly checked his wrist for a watch that wasn't there, was never there, and would never be there. Dreams had no care for time. He shrugged. "Not long. Minutes?" He shrugged. "I was in New Orleans. I was busy. I was doing my job, and then..."