"I'm real, you're real... since when do I wear cardigans? Also, my desk is very boring for some reason. There's not even a calendar! Who doesn't keep a calendar on their desk, I ask you! And... is my computer running Vista? That is definitely not real." The nightmare flickers rapidly back and forth from the washed-out office to the green, oddly pulsating walls of Stacy before giving up under Wyn's onslaught of horrified logic.

Vista? Really?