[Eeepp. Ankh blinked at Yan from under the blankets, all big eyes and blond hair and pouty lower lip. He manages to hold it for about a half a minute before he starts to snicker about the stuff he was saying and went for the last ice pop to chew on.]

Sorry; I'm being overly dramatic. But seriously we can't afford to let them to screw with us. These thoughts or dreams or whatever we're having has to be something important that they don't want us to put together. Why else would they try to mess with your head over a little weirdness? We're rock stars; we're suppose to be weird.