Quinn rose his head up slowly. In front of him stood the boss. But she looked very different than what he was used to. She wore a long white gown and had her hair styled to one side of her head.
She was also missing the signature cigar he always saw her with.
"Wha-?"
The boss smiled, "Well that's a better reaction than I usually get. It's usually anger or hatred"
She stretched a hand out towards Quinn and wasn't surprised when he didn't take it instead, he stood up on his own and looked around.
"This is…"
"Yes," the boss nodded, "Where you met the father of your friend. Patrick was his name, wasn't it? Very strange the things you come up with inside your head"
"Wait, what do you mean inside my head? And who are you? What's going on here?"
The boss smiled again in a way that showed she was used to such a reaction.
"I guess I never introduce myself within those dreams do I?"
