"Is this a time to sleep?", Jeff's voice startled Marcus.
"Why are you in my dream?", Marcus grumbled.
"A dream? Which part of this is a dream?"
Marcus frowned. "All of it. Go away."
"Uncle. It is only 8 PM. Is this a time to sleep, considering how much trouble you caused me, unsuccessfully? Shouldn't you be trying to fix the mess you caused? Maybe appease all the people who gave you their support and resources for... nothing?"
Marcus bolted up on his feet. He wanted to go and touch Jeff to make sure he is real but decided on a different approach: he pinched himself hard.
Marcus hissed due to the pain. He is not dreaming! But what about Donald and Oscar and those videos and a laptop made out of air? He frantically started touching things on his desk. The PC is real and so is the notebook and pencils, but why is his laptop gone?
"Uncle, are you OK? Do you want me to call some help?", Jeff offered.