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[mctrillian]

It's the same old place, really.

Always kind of big, and totally nebulous, and Trillian hates when this happens.

It might also be the Rebubula stuck in her head that's irritating her.

Since it is a dream, and kind of big, and totally nebulous, she focuses on chair, and finds herself sitting in it.

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[notsoharmless]

After a moment, there's another form curled up against her, partially asleep.

[mctrillian]

And Trillian is so glad to see her safe, it almost hurts -- but then again, this is a dream.

And yet again, it's one of those dreams that's meant as communication.

She hates those, too.

So she ruffles her daughter's hair, silently.

[notsoharmless]

When the girl looks up, it's clear she's gotten older.

This shouldn't be strange.

Considering Trillian is used to the rapidly changing ages, it's no matter to the dream's manufacturer, or its presence, or whichever she may like.

"Mum," whispers Random Frequent Flyer Dent, called Lyrae, titled Astoreth, "where's my bird?"

[mctrillian]

Trillian laughs, and Nevermore comes swooping over, landing on the chairback.

There is no possible way to be correctly calibrated in this location, he emits sharply. How am I to act?