Andie ran as fast as she could toward the storm of dream smoke billowing out of Cedric’s apartment. Her body was two steps ahead of her brain, and her eyes were two steps ahead of her body - constantly tracking the route ahead of her. She stopped for nothing, not even Dyllan, who she exchanged a quick glance and a nod with in passing to confirm they were on the same page.

After a minute that felt like an hour that passed in the blink of an eye, Andie reached her target, and plunged into the plumes of smoke. It was messy and ashy, just like Dyllan’s awakening storm thing-y had been, but the dream ash that swirled around her now seemed to have more method to its madness than Dyllan’s had - and the lightning struck at her more precisely. Andie didn’t have the patience to wait the full two minutes it had taken to enter Dyllan’s mindscape, she needed to keep her momentum going. Unfortunately, there wasn’t anything she could do to speed the process up… right?

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Time for something reckless, impulsive, and quite possibly stupid.

Andie shifted her Courage into a defensive position and deliberately took one of the neural lightning bolts head on, then, in the split second between the moment the electricity hit her and the moment it disappeared, she flicked her sword around in a circle to tangle it up in the lightning. It was working! Physics be damned, she was a dreamwalker on a mission! Now that Andie had a grip on something that her gut told her was attached to Cedric’s mindscape, all she needed to do was give it a sharp yank and she could send herself hurtling toward her goal.