Inside the spaceship.
Early the next morning.
White Ball A said, "B, did you dream last night?"
"I did. I dreamed about a little brat yelling at me, saying she wanted to be an undercover agent, she wanted to be an undercover agent." White Ball B laughed.
"Yeah, I laughed too. Would anyone who wanted to be an undercover agent shout it out themselves?" White Ball A laughed along.
"Hahaha..."
"Haha..."
"..."
White Ball A and White Ball B froze halfway through their laughter.
Because they felt a chill down their backs.
"We were dreaming, right?"
"Yeah."
"We weren't watching the same movie, right?"
"Right."
"Then how the hell did we dream about the same person and the same thing? This isn't scientific!" White Ball A roared furiously.
"You think you're angry? I'm angry too. How could dreams possibly be identical?" White Ball B said viciously.
"There's an even more terrifying problem. After I woke up, I discovered... discovered that I'd lost quite a bit of hair." White Ball A touched his smooth, bald head and spoke in terror.
"You only had a dozen or so hairs left to begin with." White Ball B sneered.
"Exactly, and half of them are gone. Isn't that a lot? I only have eight left now!" White Ball A emphasized. "That damned kid! If I find out where she lives, I'll make her parents come out and discipline her!"
"I get it. If we don't let her become an undercover agent, she'll turn us bald." White Ball B suddenly realized.
"That's terrifying. How did she get into our dreams? There's no Logic to this."
"Reality doesn't need Logic. It only needs to conform to laws."
"So her entering our dreams conforms to the laws? That means she can interfere with our mental fields and