I tire of the idiot's laughing long before he stops. I would strangle him if I could reach him.
"I get the idea," I say, trying to shut him up.
He still laughs and I can make out words like "out", "thinks" and "fucking idiot."
As this is a dream so perhaps movie logic will work, I then ask, "Have you considered tunnelling?"
The laughter stops. "Are you insane? You've never tried tunnelling through an oak before, have you?"
I'm pretty sure I'm sat on concrete, not wood. Not that I would expect concrete to be any easier than wood. Actually, shouldn't it be easier to get out of here if we're on wood?
"An oak?" I ask. You mean you don't eat oaks, too, then?"
Well, he said he ate a yew, not that I'm sure I believe him, so if he's going to tell me we're actually sat in a tree, then I'm going to ask stupid questions.
"You're not funny."
"I mean, if you're going to destroy one tree, why are you bothered about destroying another?"
"Just piss off," he says.
I don't bother to ask where to. I just enjoy the silence. All I can hear is my breathing and my heartbeat. No more laughter at my expense.
Until a really odd sound start, like the noisiest chewing I've ever heard. What is that idiot doing? What is there to eat around here? I cover my ears and try to remember what I was doing before I got here. Before I started dreaming. If I manage it, maybe I'll force myself wake up. Now that sounds like a plan.
The chewing sound fades but I don't remember anything.
Alarms go off.
The door slams open.
"Where is he?" the Eagle woman demands.
"He's right there," I say pointing in the direction of the idiot voice.
He isn't. I can finally see what's in the room--lots of cages just the right size for humans--and the cage his voice came from is now empty, with a massive hole in the bottom. It's only then I wonder where we're supposed to go to the toilet.
"Don't you have cameras to watch us?" I ask.
And he got out before she even noticed.
"This isn't possible!" the Eagle says.
She throws open the door of the idiot's cage as violently as she opened the door to this place. It clangs and rattles against the cage next to it, making my head hurt with the noise.
"Hah!" the idiot yells and, from nowhere, he's pushing the Eagle in to the large hole and slamming the cage door shut on her.
He's a small, red-haired, wiry thing. Bucked toothed and I would expect him to fail in a fair fight. However, he has the sense not to try that against our captor.
"Quick," he says and throws me some sort of key card that he presumably managed to lift as he pushed the Eagle around.
"Where the hell did you hide that?" I ask.
He grins at me. "Don't ask stupid questions, just get out of there and let's run!"