Clint hadn't expected to hear any voices, but he was able to control his surprise at the one that got his attention. At first he thought the girl was all part of the dream crowd, but she looked different. And he had actually heard her speak. He started to wonder what kind of strange dream this was.
"Yes, that's me. From....a long time ago." He looked back at the poster. "Show's going to be starting soon." There was no concept of time in the dream world, but it just felt like something he needed to say. He felt an almost pull to go into the tent and find a seat for the show.