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After the whole 'getting sedated' thing his dreams have been more than a little surreal. He's walked through paintings, saw music as it danced around him, explored a city that was twisted and warped by his mind.

But now things are quiet.

Neal sits in the middle of the floor, his hat in his lap on a quiet street corner. Nothing seems strange, nothing seems out of place except maybe him.

He feels like he he shouldn't be here.

Distant sounds come from somewhere he can't pinpoint. Sounds of music and flashes of light. He has no idea what it is but he also isn't sure he wants to find out.

He looks around him again,, getting to his feet and putting his hat on his head. He starts walking in the opposite direction of the noise but with every step he takes, it feels like chaos draws closer.

It could be worse, at least now he knows he's dreaming, knows that whatever is coming after him is only in his mind.

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He considers that, then nods. "Maybe. It's worth a try. You're not bad company at the very least and under my currently situation, that's saying a lot."

He nods. "Well, at least there's that. No sense in doing something you'll regret later. Not without a good enough reason anyway." He honestly believes it too. 7

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She couldn't help but smile at that and in turn, she squeezed his hand. "You're kind, Neal. And interesting. We've got a bit in common. Being criminals and into art. We can hope we'll see each other again. Preferably without your subconscious after me. But if I can help in anyway, I'll at least try." She told him, concern in her voice.

"I don't regret anything I do. If it isn't me, then I won't do it." It was a sort of transparency that she liked. There wasn't much to hide.

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"And to think," he says with a small laugh. "This isn't me at my best." He does mean what he says though and if he can find her again, he will. "I'd say let's make a date of it but I'm not sure how that works in dreams."

There's a small, honest smile on his face. He does like her, likes the way she seems to think. "Good,," he says with a small nod. "That's how it should be."