Abigail: "We have everything we need- we're ready to get started now."

Emily looked up from the book she'd been staring at for the past hour- 'The Official Godzilla Compendium: A 40 Year Retrospective' -the closest thing to a normal book James had in his bookcase as far as she could tell. It had been starting to make her head hurt, and she was quite honestly very relieved that everyone had finally made it back. Tristan had been talking endlessly to James the entire time, his voice soft and unobtrusive, contrasting with the images of giant rubber lizards. Emily hadn't caught much, if any, of what he'd actually been saying.

Emily closed the book and stood up. Markus was carrying a tray with four glasses of water on it, Mary following close behind looking flush with excitement.

Markus: "How is he?"
Emily: "He hasn't moved since you all left."
Markus: "At all?"
Tristan: "At all."

Abigail made her way to his side and pulled back the lid of his right eye. James made a slightly muffled noise and moved his head ever so slightly.

She stepped back, walking over to her bag of supplies and taking out two small pouches. Markus helped her measure a bluish powder into three of the glasses- one for himself, the other two for Emily & Mary. Abigail mixed a reddish powder into a fourth glass and set it aside before turning her attention to the group.

Abigail: "This drink will help you enter the dream world and be able to take control. Once you're aware that you're dreaming, you'll be able to move freely into others' dreams. You'll be able to see what they're experiencing, but you won't be able to interact with them- if they see you at all, you'll just be more players to them. You'll all have to remember not to take anything you might see personally- remember that dreams are quite figurative. Once you find James and Kat, you'll know what you have to do."

Mary: "Hold on just a second- you're not going to tell us what we need to do?!"
Abigail: "The answer is simple enough."

Mary: "Ok but if we die, I'm holding you responsible."
Markus: "Bottoms up!"
Mary: "See you on the other side… hopefully."

Abigail: "You'll be aware of these dreams, babydoll."

Emily went pale, a sickening feeling rising up within her.

This wasn't about her, though- James needed help, and she would do whatever she could. After drinking the entire glass of bittersweet liquid, she sat down on the floor next to Mary & Markus.

Abigail: "You get a special drink."

Tristan gave Abigail a half-smile and quickly downed the concoction.

Mary: "Why did Tristan get a special drink?"
Emily: "Because he's special. Did you forget?"

Emily turned her attention fully to Tristan then, the intensity in her eyes making him feel out of his head.

Emily: "It's tragic, the things we forget."

Emily: "It's swallowing you whole, isn't it? Don't lose me in the landslide, Tristan."

Emily: "We've got the shapes of angels, my love. I think we're going to fall soon."

Tristan jerked back and blinked hard as the realization that he was dreaming kicked in. He found himself standing alone in James' room, the utter silence making his ears ring.

Tristan: "Oh, bugger."

He let out a shuddering sigh and made his way out of the room, a quick glance to the bed confirming James' absence. A brief search of the house showed it to be completely empty- he was going to have to go searching for the others.