Rose & Dimitri - likely to be R for language.
Dimitri was unsettled. He'd gone to sleep - or something approximating it - following his futile attempt to prevent Rose's arrest and the anxiety-filled night that followed. That had been a sufficiently surreal experience - also embarrassing, and too many other things he didn't care to think about - but now he was here on some grassy beach with a cell phone at the crack of dawn. His hand touched a crackling paper as he pushed himself up, and he squinted to read the note. A part of him almost almost missed the keener eyesight he'd possessed as a Strigoi, but Strigoi took no pleasure in the beauty they saw.
The tolling of a bell drew his attention, and he followed the sound, stuffing the - greeting or warning or what have you - into his pocket. As the sky lightened he could see figures making their way towards the source of the ringing, as he was. They made a slightly eerie picture against the sunrise, but he would learn more from seeking out other people than by staying on the beach.
He stopped outside the White House to read the sign on the door before entering. A reward for survival? That sounded like the kind of unpleasant game some Strigoi would play. He wondered what hounds it referred to and if they were anything like the ones employed by hunters. Inside the house was lit and filled with the sounds of hungry people. It felt much more alive than had the beach or the ramshackle village outside, and Dimitri exhaled for the first time.
Training took over, and he scanned the group of people. He identified Lissa and Christian (although what they could be doing here made no more sense than his own displacement) but hesitated before crossing the room. Between him and his charges - as the Moroi must be even if this were the dream Dimitri had started to suspect it was - stood Rose, balancing a towering plate of food in a way so familiar it brought a faint fond smile to his lips.
The complication of Rose Hathaway could not be allowed to keep him from his duty, even in a dream. Clearing his expression, Dimitri crossed the hall, stopping next to his - co-worker. "You escaped," was not the first thing he'd meant to say, but it mattered - would matter to Lissa - that she was free.