When he appeared out of thin air, Robins mind was as foggy as London town on a nice autumn morning. He shook his head and held on to the next best thing his hand could grap - the railing that spanned the balcony. It screeched as soon as he put his weight on it and flakes of rust and grime fluttered down. He blinked two, three times, but the fog wouldn't leave his field of view. Then he realised that it was the very air that was preventing him from seeing more than some old, forsaken buildings, a chainlink fence and the beginning of a large field.

With a little bit of surprise he gave the buildings a closer look. That wasn't his usual dream. If he wants to be alone, then it's normally on a nice and warm island, not in the middle of a russian zombie town! Behind him was some kind of office, but the door was shut and he was stuck on the balcony. One way in would be smashing the glass, he thought for himself while feeling up his left arm. But still, it was his dream and he could just float down, right ?

His thoughts where interrupted when he heard a squeaky, girlish voice. Robin looked down and, oh wonder, there was a little girl.
"At least it's not as forsaken as I thought." He said for her to hear. "I'm Robin. It's strange to say that here... you should know that, seeing that you're in my dream. But that said... 
... if it would be a normal dream, you would be older, and not here." Flashing a wide grin he wrecked his mind who the girl could be, but he drew a blank. He has never seen her, nor did he recognize her voice. "We are in some kind of city. And who are you ?"

Robin was just about to ask her another question, when he heard another voice, but very quiet and muffled by several walls of concrete. He looked down to the girl and just to reassure himself he asked her: "Hey, did you hear that too ?"