Marisol listened to Cal speak of the dream. He clearly had more experience here than either of them and that was good enough for her. Kiyohito didn't even know he was in the dream world, but she could understand that. She remembered her first time, so many years ago that she stumbled into this strange place.
Cal's assessment of her situation also made sense. Marisol's sense of identity had changed, and it was recent enough that she was still adjusting to it. Cal said to hold true to how you see yourself, so she closed her eyes and tried it. She wasn't on duty, so she wasn't a cop right now. She pictured what she wanted in her mind and when she opened her eyes, she was wearing jeans, a blue shirt and a black leather jacket. Her gun remained at her hip in its holster. Just because she wasn't a cop right now didn't mean she wanted to go unarmed.
She wondered at what Cal was as he finished his the Dream World 101 class. His glowing golden eyes hinted that he was something different, and Marisol wondered if he was human or not. The nightmare combined with the emergence of channelers had been enough to solidify that there were things beyond what she ever thought possible in the world - not to mention people had her gift too. She smiled briefly. It was the first time she had ever thought of it as a gift.
"It's true," she said, agreeing with Cal. "The first time I came here, I broke my arm. It is what woke me up."
Cal's assessment of her situation also made sense. Marisol's sense of identity had changed, and it was recent enough that she was still adjusting to it. Cal said to hold true to how you see yourself, so she closed her eyes and tried it. She wasn't on duty, so she wasn't a cop right now. She pictured what she wanted in her mind and when she opened her eyes, she was wearing jeans, a blue shirt and a black leather jacket. Her gun remained at her hip in its holster. Just because she wasn't a cop right now didn't mean she wanted to go unarmed.
She wondered at what Cal was as he finished his the Dream World 101 class. His glowing golden eyes hinted that he was something different, and Marisol wondered if he was human or not. The nightmare combined with the emergence of channelers had been enough to solidify that there were things beyond what she ever thought possible in the world - not to mention people had her gift too. She smiled briefly. It was the first time she had ever thought of it as a gift.
"It's true," she said, agreeing with Cal. "The first time I came here, I broke my arm. It is what woke me up."