She twists away, and his heart drops through his stomach to the ground. It takes him too long to catch up, to grab her by the back of her shirt right before she makes it out of the alley and yank her back.

The judge that was standing like a sentinel isn't there; being a dream and all, nothing strikes him as odd or inconsistent about that.

He hisses low, barely audibly, "If they see you they're taking you to a work camp. There's no leaving, you understand me? The only way out is suicide bus."

Or, you know, death by horrific living conditions.