He penned her name on a name tag and handed it to her.
“Our villain is a somniambulist,” he said.
She snickered. “A sleepwalker? Well that should be easy for once.”
“No, not a somnambulist – from somnus, sleep. A somniambulist. From somnium. Dream.”
“A… dreamwalker?”
He nodded.
“Aren’t we all? I mean big deal he walks around in his dreams.”
“Not his dreams,” he said. “Ours.”
She frowned. They stepped into the conference room.
“A dreamwalker,” he said, “can only be defeated by someone with abs...