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Morgan watched them talk. She was at first excited when the final guy spoke, but after he looked he seemed to take the castle as reality, just the same as everyone. Feeling the key in her pocket, she weighed the pros and cons of giving it to them. It might not even work, she thought. Anyway, I might need leverage later.
After she decided to keep it a secret she looked at them. "I'm Morgan, and I want to go home." She ignored the fact that her statement might mean that she agreed she was somewhere other than a dream, and put her hands on her hips. "Has anyone been outside? There must be a way out of here, so we can see what's going on. I'd rather not go past that door without knowing what's happening." She tried her best to be reasonable, hoping it would get through to them. "I doubt this is a world of My Little Ponies and glitter," Morgan grumbled, feeling old.
Leaning back against a wall she crossed her arms on her chest, another aggressive, yet defensive, gesture. She didn't want to be outnumbered, but it seemed like she had no choice in a hallway full of fantastical children. They've probably never been out in the real world, guns or not, she thought, thoughts of the darker experiences of living in the city and not being able to pay rent or buy groceries creeping into her mind.
