Juliet's head snapped up, curious toward the sound. Never before were there any anomalies in her terrors - everything happened with a faithfulness that was almost akin to a security blanket. For a moment, fear rippled through her mind, making her wonder what fresh scare her mind was introducing.
The figure was a young...not a boy, perhaps someone still in the stages between adolescence and adulthood. He was dressed similarly, in his pajamas; why would her mind imagine someone fashioned in likeness to herself, at least in terms of fighting against the weather created in her dreamscape?
Lingering by the tree, she wondered if she was to approach this steadily oncoming person, or if she should move away - was this a trap, or something else entirely. Teeth dug into her bottom lip, and finally Juliet made a decision. She moved toward him, trying to calm the rising of her heart beat.
"Have we?" Her voice was barely above a whisper, and she quickly cleared her throat in an attempt to be more authoritative. "Have we? Who are you?"