Well, I mean, I kinda just strolled on in here from one of my dreams. Iunno what else this all could be, unless we all took like some synchronized acid trip or something.

[The front door? That would be perfect if she had any idea where it was.]

Yeah, uh, that's sounding pretty good to me.

[Paprika turns her back to go, but seeing that Naoto isn't following, turns around and beckons hurriedly.]

C'mon! You don't wanna stay in this creepy-ass horror flick dream, right?