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Benkei was waving her over. And, as she closed on that table, it seemed that he was talking about roughly the same thing she was. And her brain was bubbling over thinking about it. Something was nagging at her. What was that quote? Oh, right: [i]When you remove the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.[/i] She remembered that from an English class in freshman year. Arthur Conan Doyle, right? She hadn't really liked it much, had never been one for reading, but that quote had stuck in her head ever since. A dream couldn't [i]glitch[/i], right? And anyway, like she'd already said, it was [i]way[/i] too complicated and complete to be a glitch. And for god's sake, you couldn't [i]hack[/i] one. Unless they'd figured out how to hack a brain, but that...seemed unlikely. And if it were true, dream-based video games seemed like weirdly small fish. So whatever was left over had to be the solution, yeah?

[i][color=d1fffc]And that would be very useful,[/color][/i] she grimaced, [i][color=d1fffc]if I had any idea what's left over.[/color][/i]

But she had no idea what it was. Not a glitch or a hack; so what was it? There was something [i]important[/i] she was missing. Some fundamental piece of the puzzle that was the new Pariah crisis. Something with the software, or the hardware. She found herself wishing that she'd gone into programming or something along those lines; she might have a better idea what was happening. 

Still. Who knows, maybe Benkei—well, who knows what high schoolers can do, right? He could have some insight that she'd totally missed. As she arrived at their table, she slung herself down in a chair beside Benkei, throwing her legs off to the side and lounging exaggeratedly. "[color=d1fffc]Man, what the hell's goin' on?[/color]"

She stood again, pacing back and forth, gesticulating wildly. "[color=d1fffc]And more important, what the hell're we gonna do?[/color]"