Locked
I actually wouldn't be surprised if this whole thing wasn't some kind of Stephen King novel, actually, and I'm being controlled by whatever he writes down. Kind of feels like it. But, yeah, I don't want to die, Regina, and I'm not going to.
I have no idea what I'd tell the Dream version of me. I'm just as lost as he is. I might start by telling him to clean the blood out of the bathtub, though. It's gross.