"It Was a Nightmare!"

As you drove down the road, Mercy asked, while not once lifting her driver's cap, "Is everything all right, Master? Why were those reporters hounding you like that?"

"I don't know..." You were gasping for breath from them banging on the windows, and this was after you eased on gasping the first time from when you dove into the back seat. "Vultures today."

"Well, never mind about them," she smiled softly. You turned your attention to her rearview mirror and saw... her eyes glowing too! "You're perfectly safe now..." Oh, no. Deja vu... So you tried getting out manually, but the doors were locked. When you tried channeling your animal-imitating stuff, no connection. And the same thing happened when you tried conjuring a teleport construct: nothing. "Don't worry, Master... All is well..." Mercy creepily told you.

You had ****. You banged your elbow on the glass, breaking it and trying to crawl out. But Mercy didn't make it easy by swerving back and forth, and you still tried to escape. Finally, after some cutting on your skin, you got out of there, tumbling out onto the street! The car did a complete turn around, facing you. At that moment, as if by a miracle, your 'slaves' came to surround you. And when you believed they would save you, in a moment's notice, turned to face you with those hauntingly bright eyes. Ivy had her vines completely ensnare you, and they all had serious looks on their faces.

"Wake up, Master!" They chanted. "Wake up, Master!" The chanting got louder and louder as the sky darkened overhead. And Ivy had one of her vines point at you as Harley said,

"Please wake up..." The vine shot itself down your throat!

...

You awoke with a start, panting heavily as you looked around. You recognized the infirmary on the Watchtower, and saw girls cheering that you were alive fully, and your smile grew while you saw the Martian. "Rest," he said with his hand up. "You have returned from a near-**** experience." He smiled lightly, then. "Welcome back." You return his smile and lie back down on the bed.

"Just a bad dream..." you sighed. "Just a bad dream..."