Owen frowned a bit, as he watched Toshiko. Everything else in the world seemed to dim for a moment, as he held his breath - not that he was really expecting it to work, but it was the best idea he had. Serotonin blockers wouldn't work - her levels were normal. It wasn't like she was dreaming at all. At least not any kind of dreaming he'd ever heard of.
The Doctor's words snapped him back to reality, and he watched him try to work it out. "What, like some kind of an out-of-body experience?" he finally asked, pursing his lips a little, underneath the mask. "Er, like an astral projection sort of thing?"
The gravity of the situation was starting to settle onto Owen's shoulders. Tosh. No matter what it took, he was going to have to get to the bottom of this. Or make sure somebody did.