Amy waited patiently. She stood in the living room and looked at the pictures on the wall: Alyxa with her parents, with eight other women, with a small child. Morpheus had told Amy that Alyxa was a Dreamer, and had explained, as best as he could, that this meant that she could enter the place where the gods live. Amy figured that there was more to it than that, but grown-ups had a way of telling you things in a way that reminded Amy of cooling caramel; they never really got past the part where it was sticky. Children were much more sensible. She thought Morpheus would have understood that, but if he was magic maybe he worked differently.
After several minutes, Alyxa came out into the room. She looked pale, but pretty, there were some red dots on her neck.
“Alright, Amy. Morpheus says you will stay with us for now.”
Morpheus rested a hand on Alyxa’s shoulder and smiled. Amy felt a weight lift off of her. What would she have done if Alyxa had said ‘no’? The Bad Lady was dead now, just like Daddy.
“Do you need anything from where you lived?” Alyxa asked, and Amy wondered why she sounded so sleepy.
Amy thought about it for a while.
“I would like my teddy bears. Daddy gave them to me. Can I have them?”
Morpheus smiled at her, his teeth looked strange.
“Of course, Alyxa will take us there tonight in her vehicle and we will take whatever you want for your new room,” he told her, his voice reminded Amy of a cat’s purr.
“My new room?”
“Morpheus will fix it for you,” Alyxa said softly, “let me find my keys.”
She wandered, unsteadily from the room, and Amy heard the familiar jangle of keys.
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