"Not necessarily." Shion replied, sliding on the ice as his foot caught a patch that was more slippy than the rest. His eyes darted around the ice, "We don't know where here is, it might be ice forever. It doesn't feel real and so it doesn't have to follow any of the rules that we know..."

Dreams made very little sense, they didn't have to make sense. But this was more than a dream. More than a nightmare. More than a normal nightmare anyways. If this had been a normal nightmare Xion would not have survived, she would have been killed before they reached each other. Her hand would not be in his.

You had very little control in dreams but he was thinking... he could think...

He had thought of Xion. The memory of her arm being injured in a dream and Xion had appeared. "Xion." He hadn't stopped running, hadn't let go of her hand. The two important things. "Think of land. Solid land. Not ice."

It was a mad thought, places like this shouldn't exist. It was impossible.

The impossible didn't scare Shion anymore. He ran. He held Xion's hand. He thought of land.