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"Am not!" he argued, blushing. But he was grinning, Gabby had called him cute. Efflo had a hard time controlling his insecurities but bottom line was that he trusted his boilfriend, Gabby seeming to always know what to say to reassure him. He wasn't about to forget what Gabby had told him before any time soon and the thought of it made him relax, leaning into the taller boil happily as he turned them around.

What he saw, on the other hand, made him want to close his eyes and pretend he hadnt seen anything. Or even better, turn back around and start escaping in the other direction, preferably at a run. He watched their professor getting help up when his eyes strayed to something little and bouncy hopping into the grave without fear. He caught a glimpse of a disappearing braid and groaned, there were going to have to help, weren't they?

He nudged Gabby, pointing, though he was sure the boil couldn't have missed it.

"I came in here to help you, silly!" Sibyl giggled. She heard Selene's voice again and she gasped, looking up to find a hand offered down to them. Oh yay! "See? Help is here!"

Wait...wait they were leaving?! No! Don't leave without her! No! Nonononoonono!

"W-WAIT! I'M STILL DOWN HERE! SOMEONE HELP THE OLD MAN!" She stared pathetically at the boil offering a hand down to her. "Please help the old man."



Another boil jumped into the hole then, getting the old man out and then offering her help just as she had asked. She gasped, clapping her hands together and looking adoringly to the boil. "Thank you!" She threw her arms around him in a hug before she did as he was waiting for, reaching up for the edge of the grave and pulling herself out as she was helped up. She rolled along the ground until she was a few feet away from the grave and staring up at the sky again.

That was not as fun.

And that was that. Crisis averted. Now to wait for the inevitable next crisis that was bound to happen.

But first, he had very important matters to discuss. Life and death matters. Alternate universe matters. Grabbing the edge of the hole, Nuk grunted a little as for the second time that day he hoisted himself out of the hole, giving Sibyl a strange look and a little shake of his head before he got up, shaking the dirt off of himself like a dog might before looking around for Taima.

Oh good. All crises averted. Riyo decided that a benefiting pastime as of this moment would be to... Poke Poke. Mm. Redundant, wasn't it? The thought briefly amused her.

Scooting over to where she'd seen the dragon fall, the feline began to gently jab at the ghoul's ribs with her shovel.

Taima had only moved enough to perch on top of the headstone, her legs crossed at the ankles as she watched the disturbances the class had already managed to make. Students were throwing themselves into open graves, Nukpana was kissing their professor...all in all, probably not the worst things that could have happened, knowing how Selene's classes tended to go. "Saving a teacher by making out with them? That's got to be extra credit," she called to the skinwalker, her tone lightly teasing as she gave him a thumbs-up. "Good job. Now we don't have to go back and explain that we lost her." Again, probably not completely out of the realm of possibility.

Stuffing his hands into his pockets, Nuk grinned at the Thunderbird, sauntering up to the tombstone upon which she was perched, giving her an easy-going grin, snickering a little at her proposition. "I hope so. Pretty sure I'm failing this class. Considering I've never been," he replied, giving her a playful wink. They'd have to be moving along soon, but the skinwalker decided to lean against the smooth, cool marble anyway, folding his arms across his chest. Truthfully, the discovery that someone he had thought to be completely imaginary was really real, rendering his 'dream' to upgrade to a plausible reality far more interesting at the moment than an old man and a bunch of graves. He could see that at home.

He really wanted to talk to Taima.

"... so... does this mean we all exist? I mean... if you're real, and I already knew Sammy and G were real... does that mean... everyone we talked to was?" Flicking his eyes to her, his expression shifted a bit to concern, "If so... where are they?"

Someone flopped down beside her and Sibyl blinked and turned her head to see who it was. Oh! It was Efflo. She grinned and flopped over to drape an arm across his chest and put her head on his shoulder with a happy little noise. "Hi, Efflo~!" She nuzzled the boil until she heard Selene telling them it was time to move on. Oh! Okay! Sibyl pat the boil's chest and sat up, carefully getting back up on her feet and offering a hand down to Efflo. "Come on! We don't wanna get left behind!"

At Selene's call to move, Taima slid off the tombstone, using the moment she needed to find her equilibrium as an excuse to consider Nukpana's questions. They were ones that had echoed her own in the days after the dream, everything that had happened lifelike enough to blur the line between reality and just worryingly realistic for as long as it took for the shock to wear off and life to move on.

Finally, Taima shrugged, slowly trailing after the professor. "It's possible," she allowed, retreating into logic to escape all of the lingering what ifs, "maybe even probable now that we know it wasn't an experience isolated to just one of us. Have you spoken to Sammy and G about it? Do you know if they shared the same dream? If they did, it increases the likelihood that everyone actually exists outside of it. As to where they might be..." she trailed off, gesturing at the two of them, "We don't look like this normally, but we all did then. It stands to reason that everyone else would look different, too. They could be people we pass in the hall or see at lunch every day and we just might not recognize them for who they are."