Huh.

A desert.

Well, that's new, and it means she's not in her own dream anymore.

Which is A-OK by her.

You don't wanna know what Heather's dreams look like.

A trip to an endless desert might be a little dull, but it's a breath of fresh air.

Or was, until the Iron Giant's baby cousin showed up.

Heather stops in her tracks, squinting at the approaching metallic behemoth. Until it speaks, at which point she blinks, brows shooting up.

"... And I... did not expect you to sound like that."

... Or to sound FAMILIAR for that matter.

"... Al, is that you in there? Holy shit."