Marisol shivered slightly, knowing Cal was right. She didn’t like it, but it was true. She took another look at the nightmare. It was conveniently gone. This place was so strange. Cal’s explanation for where the child went made sense too, but before she had a chance to respond another entered the room.
The man came to her side, holding her back with his arm and telling Cal to leave her alone. It was clear this man hadn’t seen the whole interaction and drew an incorrect conclusion. Marisol didn’t know what to think of Cal, but she was beginning to think he wasn’t here to harm her, and had maybe even told through truth about hunting a nightmare.
Cal raised his hands, showing the newcomer his lack of weapons as well and explaining he wasn’t trying to harm her. She put her gun in its holster (her outfit had shifted back to the detective’s suit). “He wasn’t trying to hurt me,” she said, placing a hand gently on the newcomers shoulder. ”He was trying to stop the nightmare.”
The man came to her side, holding her back with his arm and telling Cal to leave her alone. It was clear this man hadn’t seen the whole interaction and drew an incorrect conclusion. Marisol didn’t know what to think of Cal, but she was beginning to think he wasn’t here to harm her, and had maybe even told through truth about hunting a nightmare.
Cal raised his hands, showing the newcomer his lack of weapons as well and explaining he wasn’t trying to harm her. She put her gun in its holster (her outfit had shifted back to the detective’s suit). “He wasn’t trying to hurt me,” she said, placing a hand gently on the newcomers shoulder. ”He was trying to stop the nightmare.”