[center][b]Jeremy Hart[/b][/center]

It was just a dream, albeit very realistic, still a dream. He still had his dignity however, and as he knew it was a dream, there was no reason to lose his composure. Like maybe start running instead of walking, as all the others seemed to do, going past him on the sides. Jeremy would not allow himself to do such a thing.
The wave of heat and sound hitting him from behind did a very good job of breaking that composure, and the smell, him having so far only walked, the distance was not yet enough to shield him from it. Looking back over his shoulder was not greeting him with a pleasant sight, and that did make him start running. [i]All to the proper atmosphere of the dream, still a dream.[/i] Those words were slowly becoming a failing mantra in his head. And the newfound doubt made him pay a bit more attention to the others running with him away from the... Black Rabbit, was that what the white rabbit had called him? Well that was a very lazy name if he ever heard one.
Having decided for himself to follow the dream better, following the girl with the mouse ears that suddenly showed up didn't seem like a bad idea.

There seemed to be some kind of commotion among those running ahead of him, but he couldn't for the life of him figure out what it was about, having not heard much more than the boy wheezing uselessly.