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His voice changes into a darker color drastically.
    That’s when I get what’s going on.
    I hug him back, looking at the pedestrians eyeing us everywhere, walking past us in their centuries-old outfits. Instead of being dazzled by the beauty of old Venice, they all stare at us.
    “What’s going on?” I ask Loki.
    “We have to act weird and outrageous as possible,” He whispers back. “We came into the Dreamworld with our jeans, and t-shirts form the 21 st century. They can simply tell we don’t belong here unless we act like total loons, kissing and making out in public, which will explain why we look so different. They have to think that we are weirdoes, and that what we wear is some kind of an occult divergent from the norm.”
    “I am not going to make out with you in public.”
    “That’s what I thought,” He pulls my hand, and we walk causiously through the crowd, looking for a place to hide. We could hide in one of those abandoned buildings on the right. “You look like a homey girl to me,” He adds. “Every dream has those characters who for some wicked reason might know you’re an intruder.”
    “At least that means we’re sure the witch is an immortal.”
    “That’s true.”
    We hide in one of those buildings after he sharpens a piece of wood into a stake.
    “She is not a vampire.” I protest.
    “I know, still stakes work, even with ex-girlfriends. I don’t have time to explain to you how the Dreamworld works.”
    “And we’re not here to kill her.” I add.
    “That doesn’t mean she wouldn’t love to kill us,” He says. “So what is this place? Where are we?”
    “We’re in Venice, around 1291, in the witch’s dream.”
    “And what is your mission here? We only have very little time for me to help you accomplish what you want from the dream.”
    “I need to find the witch and save her.”
    “Save her? I usually get into immortal’s dreams to kill them.”
    “This one is different. Can’t you see she is already dead in the real world. This one has one last mission in the Dreamworld to accomplish. We have to help her finish what she was meant to do.”
    “I am not going to ask what that is. So how are we going to find her?”
    “That shouldn’t be hard,” I say, pointing out at the streets through a huge crack in the wall. The water outside the abandoned building runs like streets with boats sailing through it. “Look at all those glassblowers everywhere.”
    Loki peeks outside and I imagine that he sees the endless numbers of glassblowers scattered in the streets, men and women with an exquisite fine art, making and selling the finest glass in the world.
    “As much I would like to appreciate the wonderful art. Why is that of importance?” He asks.
    “At this time in history, Venice had the best glassblowers in the world. It was a new art with new secrets that almost only the people of Venice knew about,” I explain as my eyes look for the witch. “But if you look closer, you’ll see how all the glassblowers use enormous amounts of fire to do that. Fire is needed to melt the sand they use into shaping the glass.”
    “I was going to comment on that heat filling the walls everywhere in such a water-splashy city,” Loki points out. “And speaking of walls, the houses are all built of wood. Such amounts of fire will burn down the city eventually.”
    As Loki says that, we see a sudden fire eating up a house on its second floor. A woman jumps out of the balcony down into the water while she is holding glassblowing instruments in her hands. “Speaking of the devil—I mean the glass.” Loki raises an eyebrow.
    “That’s exactly why we are here.”
    “You mean why you are here. I am just the Dreamhunter, like the guy who stamps your ticket in the movie theatre and makes sure you get in and out safely.”
    “Anyway,” I sigh as the locals run to put down the fire. “This is a historical day in Venice, because within minutes, the local authorities will start to