No one really noticed anything strange except the dreamer himself. Maybe some kind of subconscious force was at work alerting himself that the dream had been tampered somehow, and so he sent his eyes to wander the room until they met Chili's gaze from across the restaurant. Silent tension pervaded. He stared right back for a long, lingering moment.

The challenge was deciphering what his problem was. Abandoning the table he had just finished polishing up, he made his way over to his fire-type specialist of a brother, casually but with a hint of concern. "Is something the matter?" he asked.