[ Seconds after she recovers, pushing herself up from lying flat on the ground, Isabel takes note of the man offering his hand to her. She puts her own hand in his, still dusty with the coppery red stuff, and pulls herself up. Sighing, she brushes some of the mysterious material off of her jumpsuit. Suddenly, this is making sense to her. This weird dream isn’t a product of her own subconscious, somehow she’s walked into someone else’s dream without meaning to. It’s quite possibly the scarier possibility. She might be losing control of herself in this place. ]
I’m sorry. [ Isabel apologizes in a smooth, low tone, glad that this is a dream if only because she can speak here. ] I didn’t…
[ She gives a shake of her head. It’s not often that Isabel Evans finds herself apologizing for her actions, but this place is terrifying enough already without her carelessly hopping into others’ dreams. ]
I didn’t mean to invade your dream.
[ What happened to keeping her origins completely secret? Isabel figures they went out the window the moment she wound up in this guy’s dream. People always seem to figure out something is off when they dream about her without meeting her first. It isn’t as if she can find another explanation, either. ]
Falling down the stairs
I’m sorry. [ Isabel apologizes in a smooth, low tone, glad that this is a dream if only because she can speak here. ] I didn’t…
[ She gives a shake of her head. It’s not often that Isabel Evans finds herself apologizing for her actions, but this place is terrifying enough already without her carelessly hopping into others’ dreams. ]
I didn’t mean to invade your dream.
[ What happened to keeping her origins completely secret? Isabel figures they went out the window the moment she wound up in this guy’s dream. People always seem to figure out something is off when they dream about her without meeting her first. It isn’t as if she can find another explanation, either. ]