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[New York City is all around him, a mixture of loud noise and constant movement. He's standing in the middle of the sidewalk, holding a piece of paper and scanning the crowd.

And there she is.]

Kate! [He starts running after her, pushing people aside as he goes.] Kate, wait!

[He runs faster and faster, following her through the streets, darting into alleys and making sharp turns but he can never quite reach her, no matter how fast he goes.

His lungs are burning, his legs ache but he keeps moving, taking another quick turn and nearly crashing into a brick wall.

A wall. A wall with no other exits in immediate view and too high to climb.]

...Kate?

[He looks around, expression momentarily helpless.]

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Haven't seen her!

[It was true, but Ami could probably be nicer and seem more concerned. Instead, she stands up and then jumps...

Instead of hurting herself, she lands easily on the ground - a feat she could accomplish as a senshi even in waking life, but which the dream certainly makes easier.]

He watches her, eyes distrusting for a moment before he looks around again. There was nowhere she could have been, nowhere she might be hiding.

For a moment, just a moment, he wonders if he was chasing ghosts,

But then the girl is jumping down and landing with a kind of grace he had not expected in the slightest. Then again, he'd seen odder things]

Nice landing,. Do you jump off of high walls a lot?

"Who knows?" Again that phrase; it's deliberately provocative, attention-grabbing as the jump itself had been.

"However, there aren't many places that girl could have gone. Are you sure you've looked for her?"

He raises his eyebrows. "Well, if that was any indication, I'd say you have some practice."

He sighs as she continues talking, nodding his head. "I know that." Laughing a little,, he adds. "It's not a matter of whether I'm looking, I'm definitely looking. What matters is what I'm chasing."

Everything feels a little odd, a little off kilter and hes not sure why. This girl, the way the city moves, his own heartbeat. His legs stopped aching and his breath is caught up much too quickly, as if, after he stopped thinking about it, it stopped being a problem.

He blinks again, looking around them. "What're the chances of me getting a straight answer if I ask about who y9ou are?"

She likes keeping people just that tiny bit off-balance, showing that whatever they do or whatever they think of her, they can't shut her out. But she smiles and introduces herself politely enough.

"I'm Mizuno Ami. I'm pleased to meet you."

Under different circumstances, he could appreciate that line of thinking. It's not his own but it does help to keep things interesting and he always did like that.

Right now however, with nothing sitting quite right, not even the world around him, it doesn't exactly fill him with comfort.

"Neal Caffrey," he replies, holding out a hand. "Nice to meet you too." The usual charming grin slips onto his face automatically. "Were you dong anything interesting up there or just hanging out for the fun of it?"

Let's say just for fun." She shakes hands; her grip turns out to be firm without being too tight, professional. After all, the teasing taunting girl was largely facade.

He arches his eyebrows at her. "You've got some interesting hobbies," he reflects, leaning back against the wall, studying her.

He's tempted to ask whats going on, why the world seems to blur around the edges, why nothing feels right but he doesn't. Instead he concentrates on her, watches the way she holds herself, the way she moves, and notes how the world around her seems to bend and sway.

A dream? Maybe. It could be but he's not sure.

"So," he says with a smile. "Here's a question for you. If you were a girl on the run, what would make you run down a dead end?"

"If I wanted to be caught." The answer comes almost flippantly. "Or if I didn't know it was a dead end. Does she know this area?"

He laughs. "My life would be a lot easier if she were willing to be caught. Well, caught by me." He smiles, something sad and a little bitter to it.

"She should know the area though, so I don't...." he shakes his head. "I don't know whats going on." It's an admission he's not entirely sure he should be making but the more he thinks about it, the more he wonders about whether he's actually awake or not.

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She was not the most sympathetic. Helpful, perhaps. Sympathetic was something hard for her as she was now.

"Then you need to know it better if you want to find your prey."

"She's not prey," he says automatically."She's in danger and I need to find her."

He's not looking for sympathy, he just wants answers. To Kate, to what's going on around h8im, do anything at all at this point. He wants something to make sense.

"You need to know it better to be the hero, too." She really kind of hated that side of this person; but of course it didn't direct affect her when it was people she knew nothing about.

He shakes his head. "I'm not trying to be a hero, I'm just trying to get her back." Neal never though of himself as a hero, a dashing thief, yes, a clever, elusive man, yes but never a hero.

Good. Because she kind of hates heroes.

"Doesn't matter," she says, though. "The end result is the same. You already know what you should do, right?"

He has an appreciation for heroes in theory, after all, he's a man of the classics, but heroes are also the kinds of people who think it's a good idea for people like him to be behind bars.

He much prefers those who identify themselves as morally gray.

"Honestly?" He smiles bitterly. "In this second, I have no idea."

"If she's that important, you get her back. This place seems a bit strange, don't you think? It just might respond."

"It's New Yo--" But he stops, considering something for a moment. Was it New York? Was it really?

"Shit," he curses under his breath, looking around them. "What's going on? What---" he shakes his head.

"What do you mean respond?"

"Who knows? Doesn't it feel like anything could happen?"

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He looks around uncomfortably. "Yeah," he starts carefully. "You could say that."

He slips his hands into his pockets, studying their surroundings. "How did you get here, really?"

Because there was no build up to the running, there was no cohesive timeline leading up to that chance, he was just going after Kate. Did things start the same with her?

How? She shakes her head, and it dispels a little of that confident air.

"I was just here." She supposes she could explain the nexus, that this isn't the first time, but-

He nods, considering that for a moment before he turns around and slams his hand into the wall.

And it hurts, it hurts like hell.

"Well," he says with a sharp breath, shaking his hand to try and relive t pain. "If it's a dream, it sucks eve more than I thought it would."

"What are you doing?!" It catches her so off-guard that the reaction comes naturally and immediately. She grabs at Neal's hand to stop him.

"Testing the reactions," he says with a pained smile. "You said it yourself. You aren't sure how the world reacts. If this is a dream, or...or something, I thought that maybe something besides the obvious might happen."

He cradles his hand. "Guess I was wrong."

Ami stares at Neal, almost huffy, jaw tight.

Or perhaps making up her mind, because it's after a long moment of this that she says simply, "Give me your hand."

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totally misread things, sorry

<333 It's fine, no worries at all

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