"What?" he gave her a look of surprise when she mentioned the lack of murder, but then he figured it out. The colony of Rica was only a few months older than the woman beside him, and she had mentioned that she was the only one of her generation. The rest of the citizens born there were scarcely old enough to think about murdering anyone. "Oh, sure. Huh. I never thought. Hopefully it stays that way for a while yet. New York is incredible, but... it has it's darker side."
Alexander lightly shook his head. He hadn't found the dream frightening in the slightest. Disturbing at times, frustrating, he'd found himself trembling with anger at a particular witness on a few occasions, but he hadn't been frightened. But that she'd gone straight to frightening made him worry for a moment that he'd scared her, talking away about a poor woman strangled to death... no, he hadn't said strangled, he'd kept that part to himself. That was something.
"Yes, he was acquitted. In the end it took the jury less than five minutes to find him not guilty," he told her, with a certain pride that was... a strange feeling, if it was just a dream.
"The real murderer was a neighbour at her boarding house," he added, with another little yawn. "Richard Croucher. Real evil guy. He fled the country, but... he couldn't run forever," he said sleepily.