"A little. But after all of this happening, you're entitled to a freak out," Pete said, topping the cup of coffee off by pouring more into it.
"Sounds like a rubbish dream, if you ask me?" He shrugged and was aware that he didn't sound at all as reassuring as he hoped, but he wasn't very reassuring even on the best of days. "That's the thing. It's likely a dream. Short of this bloke being able to cross dimensions and show up here, I don't think he can really harm you. Honestly, though...I don't know. It depends on if you could only skip around on your own earlier timeline, or if you were each universe hopping. Which is rather fucking complex, as far as prospects go. I wouldn't know as well as you might, or your mum, who conveniently told you nothing."
Maybe everything was still new and foreign, and that's why she was dreaming things like that. He was no therapist, though. Absolutely not.