[ Layton closes the door and walks over to a table, checking if the tea he was drinking earlier was still hot. Sure enough, it is so he refills his own cup and pours one for Clive. He holds out the teacup on the saucer as he takes a seat on the edge of the other bed, stirring his tea. Hm, a dream? ]
Did your dream, by any chance, start off at the exact moment back in London before you've arrived here?
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Did your dream, by any chance, start off at the exact moment back in London before you've arrived here?