[It took a few moments for that deep voice to really click. The silhouette was familiar, the hints of silver gleaming at the edges even moreso, but what would The Spine be doing here? Unless he rode in on one of the aforementioned alien cows, Peter usually only heard Spine's voice when he was being woken up... which meant...
... uh oh.]
Y'know, I was beginning to suspect as much. Usually when you show up in my dreams, you're telling me to go sleep in an actual bed, because I've drifted off at the desk again and will inevitably wake up with the mother of all neck-cramps.
[He sat up on his elbows, and began shifting his weight forward to sit up in earnest.]
That would be much appreciated. Sooo... hypothetically speaking, if this isn't a dream, then... any idea what's going on?
[He hadn't looked at the plane crash at all during their conversation. If The Spine was right, and this whole situation was somehow real, then that meant... he didn't want to think about what that meant.]
no subject
... uh oh.]
Y'know, I was beginning to suspect as much. Usually when you show up in my dreams, you're telling me to go sleep in an actual bed, because I've drifted off at the desk again and will inevitably wake up with the mother of all neck-cramps.
[He sat up on his elbows, and began shifting his weight forward to sit up in earnest.]
That would be much appreciated. Sooo... hypothetically speaking, if this isn't a dream, then... any idea what's going on?
[He hadn't looked at the plane crash at all during their conversation. If The Spine was right, and this whole situation was somehow real, then that meant... he didn't want to think about what that meant.]