"The dream must be changing," she says, almost bizarrely calm despite their situation. Panicking won't be much help after all.

There's a thumping, scraping sound in the vents back the way they came, the sound not unlike nails scratching on metal. She's right behind them both and moving nightmarishly fast and Ahava calculates it won't be long before the twisted nightmare of his mother catches up to them.

"Stay behind me." She shifts her grip on the weapon, trying to wiggle it and herself around in the narrow space before the Coluan woman catches up to them.