[The shockwaves rattle and shake all the hastily-assembled accoutrements of the dreamscape, which crumble. Even the stage-front falls apart, leaving Rise looking out into a darkened theater with a hundred or so indistinct figures staring back at her from the seats. Several of them are eating popcorn.]

Huh...was I on stage the whole time?

[She looks around.]

Was I backstage the whole time?

[She looks down.]

...huh, normally when something like this happens I turn out to be naked.

[Nope, not going there.]