Rose knew from the times when Adrian had visited her dreams that usually he things, but sometimes he would let her subconscious do it. It seemed like she was stuck with just going with the flow here because as messed up as her own dreams sometimes were, this was really fucked up. She was tempted to touch one of the silently screaming faces, but she decided it was better that she just be a silent observer for a while.

Though she decided she might as well fit into the setting a bit better and, with a little concentration, her clothing morphed into her formal Guardian black and whites - more black than white. It was something like camouflage, right?

Quietly, she moved through the dreamscape until - hey something that wasn't black and creepy. Stopping close enough to see but not really draw attention to herself, Rose crossed her arms and waited for the healer girl to get her dream on.