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The danger seemed to have passed. Trent no longer felt the searing power of the apparition, and the only entities he felt now were Odessa and Finn. He let go of Isla and sat down on the ground with his knees close to his chest, just listening. These people seemed to know what they were talking about, Odessa especially, and that put him at some sense of ease. Trent covered his face with his hands to shield the sun from his eyes. His head still pounded; he felt like he was going to throw up at any moment. Where...was this place? It was grey and empty, but the sun still streamed down to bleach it all. 

[b]"<Everything they're saying about The Hound is right, far as I know,>"[/b] Saint Jimmy said, considerably quieter than usual. [b]"<Let's hope we don't meet him.>"[/b] 

"You...think they're right about the dream?" Trent whispered. 

[b]"<Fuckin' feels real to me,>"[/b] Saint Jimmy replied. [b]"<But it's possible I guess. Let's hedge our bets though and not try to jump off buildings or anything.>"[/b] 

"Wasn't planning on it," Trent whispered. He noticed that Finn had approached, the only friendly face he knew in this freaky place. He leaned his head against their leg. Familiarity gave him a bit of comfort. A tear dripped down his cheek, but he was silent. There was no way he could contribute— best let the "adults" do the talking.