Dr. Rebecca Lumiere

Then, while they sleep, it suckles at their dreams.

I'm sorry, did you say it suckles at their dreams?

You mean like a baby?

Simplified, yes, but there's nothing simple about it.

Lumiere's eyes go wide.

Oh crap, I just remembered something.

She texts Ruben and is relieved when he texts back.

I'm telling him that there are no stairs and that anyone he encounters in the elevator is not human, she says to Cass.

He's on an elevator with a woman now.

If he keeps lying to her, then she won't get angry.

And this manifestation is not one Ruben wants to be angry with him.

Cass nods as if he understands.

Lamiere shakes her head.

She tucks her phone back in her pocket, glad to have helped Ruben navigate the elevator situation.

Something else nags at the back of her mind, but she can't grasp it.

She has more important issues to deal with than an old, cranky retired agent.

Here we go, Cass says as they reach a massive vault door.

Six security guards stand outside the door.

One steps forward and offers them each a blindfold.

For your protection, Dr. Lamier, the guard says.