This place is a dream. It has to be a dream. But it's not Sara's dream, and that puts her on edge.

No one else here, yet. And she's not Anchored. This place isn't overtly Nightmarish, so she's not going to panic, yet. But she's approaching the hammock with a knee between the legs or a chop at the throat firmly in mind as options.

Hope springs eternal that it won't come to that.