[Broken Muse]

Theresa looked on with disbelief, "You expect me to believe that you somehow, magically summoned us here?" She did not believe it no matter what nonsence anyone spouted. Theresa had never believed in magic or happy endings, why should she start how? "Hello, Iris, Tony." Theresa said inclining her head to them before turning back to Deva. "THe chances of this being a exhaustion induced sleep are quite hard, even the strange sudconsous longing that somehow became a dream is a bit easier to believe then you summoning us here. Next time, sweetie, try a different story." THeresa was ignoring the fact that Deva was most likely the oldest among them and should not be addressed as a young child.