"Too late," Sherry told the mouse with her usual lineface. She looked up at Doc and tilted her head, "You're not part of a dream, too, are you? Because I'm pretty sure I just woke up. Talking mouse aside."

Sherry looked between the older man and down at the mouse. She supposed, if she was in a pinch, she could throw the mouse at the man and hope for the best as she escaped (children were highly adaptable creatures, after all). "I need to find my friends. So, if you aren't a dream - nightmare? - dream-person, will you help me find them?"