[John shivers at that reference. Buried alive. Too-Close-I-Cannot-Breathe. He remembers Daisy's tale, of a coffin and stairs heading down into it, crushing dark and earth.]

No. The Buried is not something I want to deal with either.

[Why does he feel like there's probably an encounter in his future?

He doesn't take much persuading and follows after her towards the exit. If there is an exit. Dream logic is strange at the best of times and he's becoming more and more familiar with things that warp reality.

He'd be sorry about the prickling, if he knew. It's probably going to be a problem around him now that he is coming into what he is. But he's focussing very hard on not Knowing right now.

He bites his lip, because there's a story there, a statement, and he could ask but she hasn't come to him for that and it feels rude to force it.]

I have to admit, I agree. Coming out of a dark place is cathartic.