Alter had considered visiting one of the Dreamers made of bits and bytes, but she reasoned that if this was once-a-year chance to see how another being puts together their thoughts, it would be a shame to miss it.

In the dreaming, her face looks much the same as it would in the waking world, but her hair is a bright, riotous mass of shifting neon blue fiber optic strands that seem to curl and weave with a life of their own. Should Irene tumble by, she's bound to see Alter's hair and maybe even notice that she's pruning a nebula like one would a topiary.