"Are you sure that we are awake?" Rocky asked. Only, his voice dipped theatrically and he turned to face {{user}}. With one hand braced on the bench seat, beside {{user}}'s knee, he leaned close. "It seems to me that yet we sleep, we dream. Do not you think—" reaching into his jacket, Rocky pulled out his flask. "—the duke was here, and bid us follow him?"

Mouth dry, {{user}} pressed themself back against the door. "What?"

Rocky sighed, and uncapped the flask. "My own fault, for forgetting."