Celia: What's wrong with this one?
???: "...murder... k-k-k-kill you... Alex? Be with... tomorrow..." -mumble-
Basil: She's at an advanced stage of dream sickness. Her whole self is intermingling with the nightmare beneath us. There's no hope for her now.
Avelia: Hmm. I won't waste time with you, creature. Out of the way!
Celia: I hate this place.
