<span style="font-style: italic">~A clown?~</span>Lan Feng frowned inwardly and raised an eyebrow.<span style="font-style: italic"> ~Trust issues, being afraid of being foolish infront of stranger's eyes, or an alltogether negative relation to clowns.~</span>He combed his mind for possible triggers of clown-dreams.<br/><br/>Suddenly, he could not suppress a grin. Luckily he was facing her back.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">~I see.~</span><br/>The 'clowns' were probably the tricksters. Researchers. The ones who fool them all.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">~ She's an interesting seedling, even through all that brainwashing, she can still subconsciously relate to it. <br/>Well, dream and reality can overlap, so there is also definitely someone else. Something else. The woman, huh? Is it her .. or another female figure she can relate to?~</span><br/>The researcher's interest was piqued. But first, he just waited, if she would tell him more details.<br/><br/>After the first moment of silence he slowly started a small comment.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0040FF">"I see." </span>Lan Feng made another pause while his hands rested softly on her shoulders.<br/>Then he probed carefully, with a quiet voice:<br/><span style="color: #0040FF"><span style="font-style: italic">"Harriet, do you know who she is? Is that woman.. possibly... you?" </span></span>