Just when I thought I had them, my dreamscape stabilized. I found myself back in the caverns of Delphi, volcanic gasses layering the air, the dark shape of Python moving heavily in the shadows. “So, I have you again,” he gloated. “You shall perish—” “I don’t have time for you right now.” My voice surprised me almost as much as it did the reptile. “What?” “Gotta go.” I lashed the reins of my dream. “How dare you! You cannot—”
