"Except this isn't even real!" Jamie countered, and torn between getting dressed and going after her, he hit the flat of his hand against the ground, a dupe materializing out of thin air who seemed far more interested in the clothes than Layla, which Prime took as his cue to get to his feet. He cut her off before she could reach the door, resting his bare back against the cold, solid oak.

"We're in your head, Layla. You're effectively just telling yourself what you already know... There's no point."