"That's the sixty-four million dollar question," the green-haired girl said glumly.  "Getting out...getting out safely.  That's the hard part.  Me, I can't even remember when I slept last..."<br/><br/>"Given that you are here, what do you want to do?  Was the Dreaming World that much fun for you?"  Ingress managed a smile.  "I should imagine you might find things here more to your liking.  Eventually.  Except for...that..."<br/><br/>A moment of mutually awkward silence followed, then little Ingress cleared her throat.<br/><br/>"Your best bet, if you wish to pursue this curious alchemy of yours, would probably be to wander the undercity.  While the Wax King is hardly the most selfless and gentle of entities, he is less hostile than most senior Nightmares.  I dare say he may even be willing to work with you, if you can risk the possibility of being pressed into service.  I can...that is, I know how to reach the undercity. If you wish to go."<br/>