[ Said passerby is a young woman in a wheelchair, rolling along at an unhurried pace, followed by a floating Duskull. She smiles when called out to, and comes closer.

At the frantic waving, she looks around, a soft smile on her face. ]

A dream? Mm, I don't think so? It doesn't feel like a dream. Not that I would really know what a dream feels like while dreaming it, you know? [ She laughs brightly. ] It's probably just a different plane or something.