"Illusions?" He looks at her a little oddly. "What do you mean?" Neal is not from a place were illusions are commonplace. To him, getting drugged is much more likely.

Shaking his head, he stops walking and then moves to step in front of one of the walking people. "Excuse me," he says with a bright smile. "Hi there, I wa--" But the person walks right passed him.

"....You know what the worst part of that moment was," he says, looking at Ami. "I'm not sure if they can't see us or if it's just that we're in New York." He laughs.


<small(OOC: It will be awesome! Reality screwing is just a delight and dreams let you do that so easily. It is going to be an awesome, awesome game to play around with.)