His panic is making her anxiety ratchet up, and she doesn't even have the empathy bond to use as an excuse. It's clicking now that this is what he meant when he told her about those aliens that destroyed his world, but she still half expects to see those shapeshifting monsters from a few weeks ago, hunched and lurking in the shadows of every building they pass.

"Can't you stop it?" She asks, fear edging into her voice. If this is a dream, he should be able to, right? But then again, so should she, and she can't focus enough to even try.