"Up and over. Safe in the sunlight. Walk on, to where? It doesn't matter, but we have to keep moving..."

His free hand was curled around the hand of the dreamer. It shifted, grip adjusting, but still holding tight. Cole sensed someone next to him, in the real, physical space — Breathe. Feel the earth. Remember what is real.

His voice steadied. He knew he was talking to someone other than himself, now.

"Dreams that drift them away when they're not trying. Seeing through spaces, but I can't sense them." Frustration there, even as he gingerly moved a bit of hair away from the person's forehead.