"Old friend, " I said, looking at the man who didn't seem to understand me at all. But I did feel that he understood me, my state, and my subsequent end.
"Where is the rest of you? This can't be it, can it?" He wondered, probably thinking of me hiding in the dream world, but I couldn't say much, all I did was happily look at a long-lost friend who came to help me.
But the big rat on his shoulder swiped at me. "No." My friend spoke, taking my body away from the cat's reach. "You shouldn't kill him, Sir Catto." Spoke to my friend, but it would seem the evil cat turned deaf, as it jumped from his shoulder and climbed onto his arm to end my life.