[text to Greta]

[singthesong]

Was that you in that dream just now?

It's fine if it was

Just

Wow

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[andhiswife]

[Give her a few seconds; she's awoken by the buzzing of her phone, and stares at the texts as her memories of the dream scatter and disperse, leaving her with only a brief internal clench of sourceless, profound embarrassment that quickly gives way to flat confusion. Who in the what now?]

What?

Did something happen?

[singthesong]

So it wasn't?

[Thaaaaat's...weird.]

I swear she looked EXACTLY like you. It was a shared one.

[andhiswife]

I don't remember.

[Which is also weird, because usually she does.]

Did she act like me?

[singthesong]

No

[That answer was immediate

The next is not, because he's still got a few issues around directly admitting that he'd been scared by...whoever that was.]

She wasn't very nice

[andhiswife]

[Froooown. Greta is... not entirely sure what to do with this piece of information.]

I'm sorry. I don't know why I wouldn't be nice to you.

[Wait hang on this has happened before, or something like it, there was that weird fellow who looked like Rush and really really wasn't.]

I had a dream like that once! He looked like Rush but he wasn't, and he wasn't very nice either!

[A PATTERN EMERGES.]

[singthesong]

Really?

Maybe we all have evil dream twins running around! [Although he's not sure exactly how you'd tell with Rush. Maybe you just have to get to know him?]

[andhiswife]

Ugh, I hope not.

[... And now she's curious.]

What was she like?

[singthesong]

I think she could time-travel. She sounded like it.

[She knows he would know.]

There were a lot of powers flying around in there, though. Superheroes!

[andhiswife]

[Who can't time travel, honestly.]

As if the powers we have aren't enough to worry about.

[singthesong]

I just stuck to what I already do. I wouldn't really call it a SUPERPOWER, but I'm starting to think I don't have a good sense for normalcy.

[understatement of the century right here]

Iman was there! She had some kind of robot arm - it was neat! [also guess who never actually knew about Iman's real-life prosthetic]

[andhiswife]

[Did she? Greta's smile is both fond and a little bit sad. It probably goes without saying that the arm in the dream worked. Maybe she'll text Iman later, just to make sure she's all right. It can wait, though; it might be more cruel to wake her than to let her have her fun. Heroics are right up her friend's alley, after all.]

I'm sure she made a wonderful superhero.

[... But.]

Do you know if she met the not-nice person who looked like me?

[That might require some explaining, presuming Iman doesn't just figure it out on her own. Which she probably would, of course, but still. Greta doesn't like the thought of someone with her face being unkind to her friends.]

[singthesong]

No clue.

[He'd thought about contacting Iman for help - he'd trusted her a lot in that world. More than he does out here, though that's simply because he doesn't know her very well. Does he know her better now, even if they aren't quite the same people anymore?]

But she was very heroic. Got me out of a jam - I see why you like her.

[andhiswife]

[Hm. Well, she hopes not. Bad enough that such a person exists in the dreams without her confusing or upsetting people Greta cares about. And speaking of - her smile widens. And she's definitely not blushing, nope, not at all.]

She's good at that sort of thing.

[Let's just not think about the fact that she'd have a harder time pulling off such a rescue, now. It doesn't matter, anyway. ROMAC is gone, and so is that awful Mr. Fring. They're safe.]

[singthesong]

Yeah. Her and Rush - they basically took down ROMAC alone

[Let's be real, that was pretty cool.]