Tiffany roused from her minor coma into sleep. She saw her dream-self standing, arms crossed, like an invading conqueror. Then she noticed that her dream-self was standing on the shoulder of a huge robot construct. She instantly recognized the robot from that stupid testosterone over-charged series. “You know there are other, better mechs you could have used right?” Tiffany calls to her dream-self.<br/><br/>“Oh, you’re up. I knew this couldn’t last.” Dream Tiffany chided. “I don’t care what you say this was one of the best mech anime in the last decade. You just didn’t like it ‘cause it was filled with cute shirtless guys.”<br/><br/>“I didn’t like it because it didn’t have a plot.” Tiffany retorted defensively. “What about the city? Have you finished smashing it yet?”<br/><br/>“For your information I saved it, no thanks to you. Killed one while you were out, and as far as I can tell the others ran into trouble with the locals. You should have seen the one someone turned into winter wonderland.” Dream-Tiffany said with a grin remembering the scene.<br/><br/>A large explosion erupted from the direction they were going. Causing both Tiffany’s to flinch. “I guess that robot also had some trouble with the locals. Let’s go see if we can find the would be hero. We might need some help as someone let the villains out of jail.” Dream-Tiffany says mostly to herself.<br/><br/>“I don’t know, maybe they want to be left alone. You know they could be in the wrong place at the wrong time or whatever.” Tiffany tries to talk her other self out of casing down other supers.<br/><br/>“I bet it’s a he, and he is handsome and looks great in spandex. I mean all heroes look great in spandex right?” Dream-Tiffany goes on ignoring her other-self’s opinion. Unfortunately due to her lack of focus the robot begins shrinking.<br/><br/>By the time Tiffany makes it to the craterized robot, her construct has been changed into a wispy version of herself. Looking out from the crater she quickly spots the suspect, as he was the only one not fleeing in terror. “I told you it is a guy and fairly good body too. The mask is a little weird though.” Dream-Tiffany exclaims to her dreaming self.<br/><br/>The wispy Tiffany carrying her sleeping body floats over to the man surveying his work. “I’m guessing you did this?” Sounding ghostly coming from the wispy lips.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>