Rosemary
Saffron raised a hand to his chin as we stepped out of the house. We were still stuck in the dream.
"Who do we break out of this?" I asked.
"That's what I'm trying to figure out. I thought that as soon as I got you back to normal, the dream would end too."
I bit my lip. Demosnia had put me in a nightmare within a nightmare. Counting the main dreamscape produced by Milo, that was three layers of nightmares. Thanks to Saffron, I had managed to break out of the deepest one.
Why had I joined Saffron's nightmare, though? Was it because we were holding hands before falling asleep? Come to think of it, if Demosnia wanted us killed, couldn't he just destroy our sleeping bodies? No, those were our real bodies. Our real bodies were back in Milo's place. The God of Nightmares wanted to destroy our minds. Or at the very least trap them here.
