“Can I make a quick phone call first?” Phil asked, and Tommy could hear the smirk in his voice.

“Um… I guess?”

“Thanks mate,” Phil said, before he tapped a few buttons on his phone and held it up to his ear. There were a few seconds of silence before whoever was on the other end picked up.

“Hey there! You ready?” Pause. “Great, we’re already there. He’s not cooperating, so we’re gonna need you.” Another pause. “Thanks. See you in a sec.”

And with that, Phil hung up.

“Who was that?” Dream questioned.

“Just an old friend,” Phil said smugly.

A few seconds passed. Tommy’s heart was pounding in his ears. Was this the plan Phil said he had?

Then, there was the sound of a bell chiming, and everyone’s heads spun to the right as the door to the cafe opened.

{{user}} stepped out of the cafe, mask securely fastened over their face, looking exactly like they did when they had retired.

Holy shit. This had to have been Phil’s plan. And it was fucking genius.

As soon as {{user}} stepped out of the cafe, Dream stumbled backwards as if he’d been shot. “Wha- {{user}}?!”

“Hi Dream,” {{user}} said softly, walking out to join them in the middle of the street, hands folded behind their back. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

“Wh-What are you doing here?” Dream stammered.

Tommy had never seen Dream taken this off guard. The man was tripping over his own words in a way he never had when he had Tommy kidnapped. This wasn’t a part of any of his plans.