Paprika watches the nightmare unfold from above, taking on the form of a bird. It's a dark environment this guy's made for himself. A wicked, writhing forest of bone, a sinister voice - someone specific, definitely. Someone he knows. He's being hunted, he's paralyzed, he can't defend himself... The cage and falling into a bright white nothing is a little déjà-vu-ish, but she seriously doubts this would have anything to do with Detective Konakawa, worlds away.
Dreams of falling are common, and she expects it to wake him up, but it doesn't. He just keeps falling forever, screaming forever, the blinding light descending inexorably to meet him...
Poor kid, he's so scared. And she can help, but... he's not a patient or anything. Should she really do something so drastic? ... Well, "should" or not ...
A distinct sound echoes through the void - a single snap of the fingers, sending ripples through the infinite whiteness. Tetsuo's screams become muffled; his descent slows; the light dims. There's ground below him again, but he'll be able to land gently on his feet. It's a sea of grass, all vibrant, living green, as far as the eye can see. Some distance away, atop a low hill, stands a single cherry tree in full bloom. The terrible light stills, contracts, and becomes the sun.
A red bird flits past his ear, heading for the tree. From behind the trunk, a thin arm reaches out, and allows the bird to land on its finger. There's someone back there, but who? Was she there a moment ago? To Tetsuo, it'll probably "feel" like she's much closer than she appears. You don't get much closer than "inside their subconscious mind."
sorry for the lateness! /shakes fist at finals
Dreams of falling are common, and she expects it to wake him up, but it doesn't. He just keeps falling forever, screaming forever, the blinding light descending inexorably to meet him...
Poor kid, he's so scared. And she can help, but... he's not a patient or anything. Should she really do something so drastic? ... Well, "should" or not ...
A distinct sound echoes through the void - a single snap of the fingers, sending ripples through the infinite whiteness. Tetsuo's screams become muffled; his descent slows; the light dims. There's ground below him again, but he'll be able to land gently on his feet. It's a sea of grass, all vibrant, living green, as far as the eye can see. Some distance away, atop a low hill, stands a single cherry tree in full bloom. The terrible light stills, contracts, and becomes the sun.
A red bird flits past his ear, heading for the tree. From behind the trunk, a thin arm reaches out, and allows the bird to land on its finger. There's someone back there, but who? Was she there a moment ago? To Tetsuo, it'll probably "feel" like she's much closer than she appears. You don't get much closer than "inside their subconscious mind."