[The dreams would be unsettling enough on their own, but does anyone ever want to wake up to Bad News? He freezes, startled.]

[He quickly force himself to relax enough to stand. He keeps the headstone against the back of his legs; while he'd very much like to hop over it and run, one should not run from danger if one does not want to risk being chased. He also tries to keep his tone casual, almost careless, and fakes a matching smile.]

Evening. I don't believe we've met?