"It can't," Anthony denied without hesitation. "I thought you should know that?"
Alice was immediately disappointed again.
Yes, she really should have known this. After all, she had once been a member of the Nighthawks and ought to have known the abilities of a "Nightmare."
"Not even at High Sequence?" she tried again unwillingly.
Anthony shook his head. Alice could only give up on the matter. She frowned, about to say goodbye, when Anthony thoughtfully reminded her:
"However, if you're looking for abilities related to dreams...
"Perhaps you could get in touch with someone from the Spectator pathway."
Alice's movement paused for a moment. Anthony was already preparing to leave the dream. She did not stop him and struggled awake.
In the darkness, Alice sat up in bed, looked around, and talked to herself:
"A Spectator...
"...Adam?"
Her call received no response. That "Writer" gentleman still seemed uninterested in making direct contact with her. After sitting quietly for a while, Alice lay back down.
For the rest of the night, Alice was entangled in a chaotic dream.
She dreamed of firm, fertile black soil covered in tree after tree. Fruit swayed in the wind. Curious, she walked closer, only to discover that the swaying fruit were calves still crying out.
Alice retreated two steps in terror, but the ground beneath her began to sway. She looked around in astonishment and found that, at some unknown point, she had stepped onto a ship, with those trees growing out of the deck.
That was not the end of it. The calves dropped to the ground like overripe fruit, startling Alice into falling onto the floor, only for her to realize she was sitting on something swollen and bulging.
She looked down and saw a pair of pale little hands pry apart the