On the other side of the world, but in the same horrible playground, the real Lisa heard her name called in the dark. It was hollow and directionless, but she still recognized Dean's voice- on a much deeper level than she did in the waking world. She blamed her terror, her desperation, and the fact that she was apparently in some alternate dimension that seemed a lot like the voids inside her mind. She couldn't see him. She couldn't see anything and screamed his name at the darkness.
The Lisa Dean could see, however, didn't even acknowledge it was being spoken to. No turn around, no tensing of the shoulders- not for several agonizing moments until all her movement seemed to slow, then stop.
"Lisa's sleeping," it whispered, not unlike it had on the phone, but there was a definite edge of terror that softened her voice, making it shake in the whisper.