Arthur paused then, glancing at Charles. He watched what he was doing, wondering what a telepath in a dream could do to the fiber of the dream. In truth he knew little of what it could do to change things.
The street shifted, showing one thing he could do to change them and Arthur chuckled. "Well done," he said with a nod. "Though we might wish to move on a bit." Not that it would forever distract the projections but it could help.