Mia was confused. Why was he here?
"Mia," Her uncle said sternly. "We have to talk."
"What? Why?" She asked. The world shook as if there were an earthquake, and Trace clenched his fists.
"You're dreaming, but I need to talk to you. Well, Seth does, but I refused to try to bring him here. Even if I managed it, he'd smash the dream apart with how upset he is." Trace told her.
"Dreaming?"
"Yes, Mia. Are you able to have a frank discussion about your choices?" Trace used seriously.
The girl scratched her head, as she struggled to the realization that she was, in fact, dreaming. She couldn't remember coming here. The last memory she had was of falling asleep in Ford's arms.
"Hey! You said you don't go into dreams without permission!" She accused before she could accidentally voice the thoughts in her head.
