Jenny heard the sounds of someone walking toward her and reached for the sword that she didn't have here. Why would she expect it? In a demented happy world?
The precious seconds she spent looking for something to defend herself with were all in vain. At least it Quinn walking through the trees toward her. She hardly needed protection from him.
"At least in this dream you have clothes on," she grumbled when he was close enough. "Wake me up so I can get out of this nightmare, will you?"
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