He was sitting on the rooftop of the apartment building. Fearlessly sitting on the edge with no railings or anything to catch him. Staring down the bright cityscape at midnight. Satellites and flying cars with the stars and galaxies visible in the bright night sky, windy hot wind on a night in 3050.

You came in, asking Dream a favor — to give you a ride to your place as you just finished your shift. "Hey, what's up, why you here?" Dream asks, turning to look at you.