After watching the Evera girl depart -to talk to Ashil of all things- Phobetor was pretty dead set on leaving. The fleeting memory of the lovely cherry blossom tree outside alerted him to the fact that the countryside the bus sped through would be very nice to behold; it was more inviting than those in here, regardless. He quickly ran over how it would work in his head: after discretely pulling down his window, he'd become a gecko and scale his way to the roof of the bus, where he would reform into a wolverine so as to keep a good grip on the roof against the onrushing air. From there, he would be fully able to appreciate the landscape.

The window was already down when Phobetor felt something tugging at his mind. Such a sensation was not unknown to him, and even bestowed upon him a rush of excitement, for it was the feeling of someone's dream. Like a hot-out-of-the oven apple pie or a shiny ring perched on a storefront shelf, it cried out to him--[i]"Come and get me.[/i] Phobetor placed a hand on the back of his seat and stood halfway up, looking around. Evera was just finishing up with the moron, the shrine maiden murmured inaudibly to Taiyo...ah, there! The gaudy-haired boy, the one who had made a fool out of the bully. His lids lay closed in obliviousness and his thin chest heaved up and down rhythmically, but it wasn't the kid's sleeping form that interested the God of Nightmares. It was just his head, a box full of treasures screaming to be cracked open. Grinning toothily, Phobetor sat back down in his seat and reclined, shutting his own eyes. When he opened them again, they were solid black with radiant purple pupils, unmoving and unblinking.

Phobetor entered Andrew's dream.