Kara sighed as she sat there watching Noel doze off. "I dunno. Think Golf has you beat yet." Of course she meant as most boring. Shortly, with Noel asleep, she found herself starting to drift to sleep herself...
"Of all the stupidest stunts you've pulled, young lady... This REALLY takes the cake!" A white haired bearded man that reminded Kara of Santa Claus was right in her face, except this "Santa" had a crown on his head and spoke with an English accent. The king all but hissed angrily at her
"I'm sorry?" Kara asked confused, which made it's way to the waking world.
"And right you should be! I've never been so embarrassed! My own daughter! The beloved vigilante!" He thundered. "What's the punishment for vigilantism, Calla?!"
Kara tried to listen to her own voice as she answered. "Calla? Me?... That... Depends on... Umm.. y' y'know... If they killed."
Slap! The strike to her dream self, sent it reeling towards the floor. "I changed that. When I told you, I was hoping you were paying attention, Calla. Obviously, you weren't. It now depends on who you're fighting, period. Vigilantes can and will be tried for treason, foolish princess... Treason! Watch yourself, Calla... You're THIS close..." He showed a pinch. Definitely less than an inch, "Of crossing that line! You listening, Calla?!" He grabbed Kara, shaking her, "Calla! Calla!" It became feminine with an Australian accent. "Kara! Wake up! You're dreaming!"
A male voice with an Eastern European accent, Slav to be exact, said calmly, "Don't forget talking."
Kara slowly opened her eyes, looking right into the worried face of Christine Andersen. "Wow. You were really out, there. Are you okay, now, know where you are?"
Kara yawned. "Hospital, fourth floor."
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
If Noel or Jeffrey heard Kara's part of the dream conversation (because it came out into the real world), Brinker, who looked worriedly at her, would let one of them ask.