Alvin waved goodbye to the Black guy who'd been so scared he wanted to jump off a building. As he headed toward a sewer entrance, he pressed his Communicator and said, "Stark, are you fucking crazy?
I just burned hundreds of Flies..."
Stark was panting on the other end of the Communicator. "Don't talk about that. I hate Sewers!
The Bomb wasn't my fault. Some fearless idiots wrecked my Drones, and that caused the explosion.
I've already recalled all my Drones...
FUCK, I fucking hate this place..."
Alvin laughed. "Wait for me, I'm coming down!
Frank said they found something. Let's go check it out together.
And don't get separated. Those Dreamwalkers have some weird abilities."
Stark replied nonchalantly, "Hurry up. I've already taken out two of those Dreamwalkers you mentioned.
They made me have two dreams. I hate having dreams like that..."
Alvin was a little surprised. "How'd you manage that?"
Stark was silent for a moment before answering, "Because JARVIS can't dream. They can't affect JARVIS.
If it weren't for these damn Flies, we'd have found that Witch and killed her by now."
Alvin patted his head and laughed. "That works too. They can't beat you in a dream, and JARVIS can take them out in the real world.
Man, you're the Dreamwalkers' natural enemy..."
Unlike in the past, Stark didn't boast about it. Instead, he sounded a little downcast. "I 'dreamed' about Howard. He was teaching me how to drive.
If JARVIS hadn't helped me kill those two Dreamwalkers, I might've been stuck in the dream for a long time.
Alvin, you've run into Dreamwalkers too. What did you dream about?"
Alvin jogged most of the way down the block, then stopped beside a Manhole Cover. After thinking for a moment, he said, "I dreamed my whole