"Morpheus. He's trying to delegate more. You know how he struggles to let go of any sort of responsibility."

"I think he just wanted something to do, honestly."

"Then lets hope that my new apprentice knows some of them so I don't have to break a nail."

“And waterproof boots.”

“Going vampire hunting, so I’d say it’s entirely necessary.”

A few replies dribbled in once they had gotten on the train and secured a good seat with a table.

"You better sit facing the direction we'll be moving in, I know how you get sometimes."

She'd not 'travel sick', but he definitely got 'travel grumpy'.

"So we get there and have a poke about people's dreams to see where they us?"

That was a start. But she'd also fired off a few texts, asking a few contacts about vampire activity in Yorkshire as a whole. Particularly new blood (pun intended). -

Well stocked pockets full of stuff.

“Right. Were you serious about Yorkshire? I’m trying to think who I know in Yorkshire. And who I can understand, because you know, the accent…”

“We could take the train? Have you ever been on a train?”

"No, I don't know... You'd still..."

Die.

And yet some iteration of Dream would live on. So why couldn't he syphon off the part of him that made him 𝒽𝒾𝓂 ?

"None of us know what we're doing, so you'd fit right in with that part. At least."