"Well, I figure I'm dreaming. And I figure you're only here because I just saw you on that tape. I figured my subconscious would drag your friends from the tape in as well. Or maybe that shadow monster. I'm kind of really hoping the latter doesn't make a cameo."
"Trust me, you don't want that thing in your dreams," Mifa replied. "And while yes you are dreaming, I'm really here in your dream. I'm not a subconscious figment of your imagination."
"Don't suppose there's a way for you to prove that?" he asked.
Mifa frowned, thinking about it. "Maybe. But if I do give you a way to look up information about me and you realize that I am really here, that we've really had this conversation, I need you to do something for me."
"What?"
