Filler dreams.

Wren and Ino opened the door silently, the airless Martian landscape making the hinges silent before they both stepped through. Wren took off the glass helmet of her old-timey spacesuit and turned around to raise a hand in farewell.

"Goodbye, Midori! We'll visit you again in another few nights." She called, smiling as Ino shut the door. The two of them were dream-walking, and in the silence of the imaginary Las Vegas bathroom, their gear slowly disappeared until they were back in their usual outfits. Fighting evil Martians had been fun, although Ino had wished she could've torn them apart and eaten their little green bodies instead of using blasters to shoot up red dust and craters. There hadn't been any blood or gore, but the two were exhilarated all the same.

Wren very much liked the girl who once had been a hand; Ino was a fan as well. Her cheer and good nature had made the both of them happy, especially after the dreams they'd been a part of. Some hadn't been as nice, but they were all welcome diversions.

"Who next?" Ino asked, looking around at the mirrors that didn't reflect them.

"Hmmm... Do you suppose Jack would mind if we popped in?"

"Oh. Well... Yes. I think she'd take that rather badly." Ino said frankly. The one time she'd offered to join Jack in a dream, the deaf blacksmith had looked horrified before silently whipping her head side to side. Ino didn't blame her. She understood. It took time to stop dwelling on trauma, and Jack had seemingly never had a period of recovery other than her prison time.

"Ah well. What about your friend, H'astra?"

"I think she and Rahat are busy."

"Hmm." Wren thought about it, quirking her head. "Well, I suppose Etch wouldn't mind some company."

"Oh, I remember her! Yes, that sounds fun. I wonder if she dreams in black and white..." Ino said, hurrying over and opening the door again before they both stepped through into another dreamscape.

Etch's store was dark, but Wren could see fine through her eye wraps; she lit a lamp and looked around at the stock on the shelves and the countertop. The fireplace was dim and glowering; they both turned their heads as a refrigerator opened in the back.

The two walked over to the imaginary kitchen and opened the door, to see Ko wearing a black robe, her arms loaded down with food and plates. She turned around and blinked from behind the small picnic she was carrying, before her brow furrowed.

"What the hack are you two doing here?" She asked, sounding confused and a little guilty.

"Oh, just out for a little sight-seeing. Is this your dream, then? How have you been-"

"Ko? Come back to bed~" someone called from upstairs.

"One second, Caur- er, uh-" her face flushed as her gaze snapped back to the two of them, who were suddenly both on tenterhooks. "...I'm kind of busy right now. Call ahead or something next time, alright?" She grumbled at them. Ino blinked, confused, before Wren put a hand on her shoulder and started to drag her out.

"Yes, of course, so sorry- it was good to see you again- we'll, er, look for you on the Islands-" Wren stammered, before backing out of the kitchen and the store both, back to the bathroom that stood in as their hub. Ko watched them leave before she sighed and morosely bit into a chicken leg.

"...Maybe we should stick to our house for now." Ino suggested, subdued. Wren slowly nodded before the door opened again and Inshabel poked her head in.

"Would either of you happen to know where I put the syrup? It seems to have vanished, and I'd much prefer to have it for the pancakes I'll be making for breakfast."

"I think we used it all, Inshabel. I'm very sorry. Shall we pick some up?" Ino asked.

"Oh, no, dear. Don't trouble yourselves. I'll have it by the morning. Do have fun!" She said pleasantly, closing the door behind her. Wren gathered herself before looking down at Ino, who looked back up at her.

"...Why don't we call it a night?" Wren suggested. Ino unhappily nodded before they left, going back to the house they shared and falling into their own sleep once more.