She watched Mad as he seemed to have an internal conversation with himself. She smiled, finding him strange and wondering how she could have come up with such a character without first seeing him somewhere. Bones was many things, but creative wasn't one of them. Yes, she wrote books, but they were based on her work. She wasn't crafty by any means, and fantasy was definitely not her forte.
His statement about watching it just in case she was in his dream, and he wasn't in hers, kind of threw her for a loop. She had never quite thought of it that way, and she was suddenly sort of frightened. She always had complete control of her emotions, and so this strange sense of fear had her reeling. She was mute with the sensation and while her mouth opened, nothing seemed to come out.
And then he answered her question, about how he'd kill someone. And she was absolutely sure she didn't want to know the answer now. But he gave it to her anyway. She sucked in a breath and set her jaw. A few moments and she had regained her composure slightly, enough to talk anyway. "Where am I?"