[With his cloak around her, Tifa, by some miracle, manages to leap down over the stairs and breaks her landing onto the bottom floor, but she knows he'll be right behind her.]
Wake up, wake up...!
[She tries to run to the door of the manor, praying that opening it will mean that she can make her escape, but before she can even reach it, the whole dream starts to shift, and she can feel herself losing her grip on it, like there's something stronger, more powerful at wielding dreamotion than her making it change.
It can't be Eustace, can it?
Where there was once a door is now the hallway, as if the house has spun around on its foundation while she remained where she stood... and hearing the rustle of his footsteps, Tifa runs forward into the darkness, the candles going out as she passes through...
This isn't a dream anymore. The nightmare energy is so thick that she can feel it seeping into the wound on her shoulder, making her legs feel heavy, and her lungs feel empty. She trips over her feet with a small cry in pain, and ducks into a random room, suddenly out of breath and hoping that she can find a place to hide...]
Wake up... wake up... It's just a dream.
[She repeats the words to herself again, but how much good is it really doing when all it will do is lure him to her? What good will it do when her heartbeat might as well be a beating drum giving her away?]
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Wake up, wake up...!
[She tries to run to the door of the manor, praying that opening it will mean that she can make her escape, but before she can even reach it, the whole dream starts to shift, and she can feel herself losing her grip on it, like there's something stronger, more powerful at wielding dreamotion than her making it change.
It can't be Eustace, can it?
Where there was once a door is now the hallway, as if the house has spun around on its foundation while she remained where she stood... and hearing the rustle of his footsteps, Tifa runs forward into the darkness, the candles going out as she passes through...
This isn't a dream anymore. The nightmare energy is so thick that she can feel it seeping into the wound on her shoulder, making her legs feel heavy, and her lungs feel empty. She trips over her feet with a small cry in pain, and ducks into a random room, suddenly out of breath and hoping that she can find a place to hide...]
Wake up... wake up... It's just a dream.
[She repeats the words to herself again, but how much good is it really doing when all it will do is lure him to her? What good will it do when her heartbeat might as well be a beating drum giving her away?]