“You
know,” continues the sandman, “Like in the song. Though we bring
the dreamers to the dream, rather than the other way round.” He
cackles at the thought as he finishes the sentence.
“Excuse
me,” says a man dressed in pirate rags, “Do you have any teenage
boys?”
“Hang
on,” Fiona says, “Why did you say that? Of course you've never
seen me before, so why would you mention it? Have you seen me
before?”
“I
do apologise,” the pirate says, “But a teenage boy? Sorry to
just butt in like this, in a bit of a rush. I'm late to a party and
my usual dreamer has had far too much coffee. I need a teenage boy
for a high seas adventure with a sour twist.”
“You
can just wait your turn,” Fiona tells him pointedly, “This man
has some questions to answer.”
