Tommy rambled. He couldn’t help it. Kimberly’s statement just sent him flying. He had been wanting to ask all these question anyway, he had just imagined doing so with a little more grace and tact and certainly at a slower rate.

“Tommy, Tommy. Tommy!” Kimberly practically shouted. He stopped. She shook her head and bit her bottom lip.

Tommy cleared his throat. “Sorry. I guess I got ahead of myself. Why don’t we finish the tour?” Tommy said sheepishly as he made his way out of the study and into the hall.

He hurriedly gestured toward the last door at the end of the hall. “Umm . . . that’s the bedroom and that’s it for upstairs, why don’t we head back down and I’ll show you the command center in the basement.” He said as he practically pulled Kim down with him. Her headache was coming back.“Huh? I thought that was the machine. I didn’t try to conjure him,” answered a confused Rita.

“No, no. The machine can only place you into someone else’s dream. You cannot conjure any other forms to appear with you,” explained Finster.

“So then that means…” Rita’s eyes lit up. “She conjured him on her own!”

“To be more precise, her conscience did. Inside, deep down, she thinks Tommy really would feel that.”

“Who cares? That dream Tommy of hers just helped my plan along even more! I could have sworn the machine read my thoughts and created him.”        Tommy nodded, recalling the construct that had changed his sheets.

         "How about the others?" Kalen asked offhandedly, retrieving a soda from a wall dispenser. "Back yet?"

         "I'm afraid not, and I would worry, but Myk recently contacted me and asked for a Turbo Navigator. I presume that they are looking for something, perhaps the artifact Ornyk was after. I could bring them up on the main screen, if you wish to monitor them."

         Tommy nodded, and the screen lit up, showing the three rangers trudging across the desert, their mettalic armor gleaming in the fading sunlight. A moment later the sound came on.

         Tommy blinked. "Disney music?"