"Okay." There was a pause as Juliet glanced between the members of the group, hoping that someone would say something that would give a collective boost of confidence. But Juliet was the more experienced one there with things like that, and realized that no one was probably going to say anything first. "Well, let's hope that everything goes okay."
As usual, Carter was alone in his bubble, wrapped up in a complicated mystery, and smoking a cigarette. Tonight, this included him being in Victorian England even though the timeline shouldn't have taken them there. It also had him wearing a tuxedo, being slightly hungover, and wishing he was spooning with his boyfriend.
He sunk further against the hull of the ship, allowing the burning ashes to drop onto his pant legs, and still studying the image of the creature.
Perhaps it was best if the rest of the party just forgot about him - Carter didn't want them seeing his memories.
When no one said anything else, Juliet turned to Cleona. Nightmares were rough for everyone, especially in a situation like this, but it was Cleona's nightmare. That had to make her at least a little nervous.
"How are you doing?" Juliet asked. "Are you worried?"
Spoiler
This dream that we thought we were safe to forget, to bury and say our adieus
On the Day of the Fool, Death will turn a blind eye, and Yorick will dust off his shoes
When the Reaper lays down his terrible scythe to follow the warm weather west
