Krystal's admission caused any pretence of innocence on Kin's part to instantly vanish. Now she showed her true colours: That of a predator who'd scented blood and was going in for the kill. As a keen student of dreams and whimsy, she knew a repressed fantasy when she saw it. On behalf of dreamers everywhere, it was her duty to draw Krystal's inner child out into the open and let it run free.

"'Kinda'? Judging from that comic-induced trance of yours, this ranks way higher than a 'kinda' desire. Go on, admit it: This is your dream. I'm willing to belt that if you were given the chance to swap places with one of these characters, all the stern headmistresses in the world couldn't stop you from taking it. Am I wrong? Can you look me straight in the eye and tell me I'm wrong?"