'Is that…' Ambrose spent several quiet seconds staring at the older Ambrose as he and the winged monkeys closed in on their group. '... Is that really Orion? Like the way he's supposed to look as an adult?'
[Yep.] Aura replied mentally despite her physical manifestation standing beside him.
[But now I'm lost. The monkeys are acting the same way the guys at Bikini Bottom were around our Orion… can't believe I said Bikini Bottom in a serious context.]
'And everything we've seen before is supposed to be his Dreamscape, ' Ambrose's grip tightened around his son. 'So what the hell is happening and which one is truly Orion's consciousness?'
"Uhm," Gabriel raised his hands before the winged monkeys could draw any closer. "We mean absolutely no harm. We didn't mean to trespass into your territory or—"
"Oh, Uncle Gabriel." The older Orion beamed, zero trace of animosity behind his tone. "I know that. I also know who you all are and that this is all a dream."
