The corridor was packed with people.
Guests crowded the hallway, jostling to reach the elevators down.
In the hotel lobby,
the lobby manager, Dennis, stared in disbelief when he got the news.
"What?"
"That many guests want to check out? Why...?"
Dennis had remained in the real world. He had no idea what had happened in the dream.
Neither did the other staff.
All they knew was that contact with the dream had suddenly been lost. The Family's higher-ups said it was just routine maintenance and would be resolved soon.
Meanwhile, no one in the real world could contact anyone inside the dream.
"I'd better notify Mr. Sunday!"
As head of the Oak Family, Sunday ought to take charge of this chaos.
Dennis immediately called him.
"Beep... beep... beep..."
Fortunately, the call connected this time.
Delighted to have reached Sunday, Dennis blurted out,
"Mr. Sunday, something terrible has happened!"
"Guests are demanding to check out! They're saying the dream is full of monsters!"
"..." A voice came from the other end.
"Then let them check out. I'm about to check out myself."
"Oh, and where do I apply for compensation for emotional distress?"
Dennis froze, then realized something was wrong.
Did Mr. Sunday sound like that?
"Wait. You're not Mr. Sunday. Who are you?" Dennis demanded, instantly on guard.
At that moment, in Sunday's room in the real world,
the furnishings were far more luxurious than those in a platinum guest room.
Yan Huan sat on the sofa. He ended Dennis's call and silently looked toward the Dream Pool in the corner.
Sunday had been lying in the Dream Pool until a hand roughly seized his collar and hauled him out.
"Hey, hey. Time to wake up. The sun's shining on your butt!"
Aventurine lifted Sunday with a smug