It was the screaming that let Reala know he wasn't flying fast enough. The Nightmaren flew ever faster, determined to get to the hall in time.

Did Puffy actually manage to do it? Did she manage to actually break the human? Oh sweet Nightmares, was the human about to wake?! If that happened he was sure that Wizeman would do him in!

As he broke through the door he looked around frantically. Puffy's room of halls was a MESS! More so than when she had the occasional fight!

"Realaaa!" Came a quiet voice. "Save me! Save me!" The voice grew louder and louder. Reala turned just in time to see the bouncing pink rabbit zooming in out of the dark, bouncing off the floor, ceiling and walls towards him at a rapid pace. It gave him just enough time to side-step, allowing her to bounce past him with arms outstretched.

"Puffy. When in the name of-?!"

"REALA! SWEETIKINS! PLEASE, SAAAAVE ME FROM IT!" Wailed the oversized beach ball bunny as she turned and bounced into his back, holding his shoulders.

Reala couldn't help it as the corner of his mouth twitched in annoyance at the touch, brushing off her hands. "You brought this onto yourself. What have you done, Puffy?"

"What have I done?! I was doing my job! Scaring a dreamer!"

"Unsuccessfully I see. Losing your touch, aren't you?"

Puffy pouted, puffing out her cheeks and placing her hands on her hips to glare at him. "How DARE you imply such a thing! I am a high ranking Nightmaren, thank you very-"

"Please stop talking. That was a rhetorical question." This only served to infuriate the Nightmaren further but at least sent her into a stuttering fit that caused a huff from her, then silence.

The smirking Nightmaren soon turned his attention where it needed to be, down the darkened hallway. "I take it you were taunting the dreamer? The one with the white hair?"

"Hmph!" Puffy turned her back on him, crossing her arms over her chest.

"My guess is she isn't too pleased with what's happening. Now I'm intrigued." Reala murmured aloud, rubbing his chin. "Tell me, Puffy, has she turned violent?"

"HURMPH!"

"I'll take that as a yes. Why don't you clean up? This place is a pigsty." He couldn't help but grin at the indignant outcry from Puffy as she huffed and bounced off out of sight. Probably to go sulk at the possible reference. How she hated having her room referenced to a pigsty. She always felt it was somehow a remark on her being a pig. Personal pleasure had to be put to the side for the moment. Reala had a visitor to detain. So off he went, flying down the darkened hall to try and get the Visitor before she was nabbed by another nightmaren.

There was little wonder why Puffy had such a time with this Visitor. There were sprung traps all over the place, from drapery ropes being strung across at neck level to broken glass hidden in places. ~ My, this human is LETHAL!~ He thought to himself as he passed by a spot where a smashed pot had fallen from a trap connected to the ceiling. ~I'd better watch my own step from now-~ That thought was interrupted as a ball spiked with broken glass came flying at him.

"GAH!" He quickly dodged, but barely.

The girl herself was in view but turned to run off as fast as she could.

"Oh no you don't!" Realla hissed as he swooped down to scooper her up, only go be punched squared in the face. The Nightmaren tumbled through the air, landing on his back and holding his face as he sat in stunned silence. No one, NO ONE, had ever struck him like THAT before. A swat, a smack, a head-butt to the gut, a kick to the back on the rare occasion. An actual punch? No one had ever dare struck his face before. And it only got worse as she could be seen levitating in the air. No, wait. She wasn't levitating. She was falling elbow first-OHSWEETNIGHTMARES!

Reala rolled just in time to avoid having his chest caved in by the elbow, causing the Dreamer to shriek in pain and hold her elbow. He took advantage of the moment to quickly tackle her, grappling with her until he had her pinned face-down with her arms behind her back and kneeling on her legs. "What in Nightopia ARE you?!" He hissed.

The Dreamer merely grunted and turned her head, casting a glare up to him from one eye.

He visibly shuddered at that glare and looked around. "PUFFY! COME HERE!"

From the dark of the other end of the hall there was just a reply of, "HURMPH!"

"Would you rather I let her reside in your hall?! COME HERE AT ONCE WITH A ROPE!"

There was a minute of silence before Puffy could be seen bouncing their way, slowly and carefully, least she find some trap that was yet to be triggered or landed in broken glass. Finally she would come close, but still too far away to hand the rope. She eyed the Dreamer, who sent an icy glare right back at her. The rope would be tossed beside him, barely within reach without him stretching. Reala threw a glare at Puffy, who pointed at the dreamer and said, "I don't care if that THING is caught. I'm NOT getting near it!" And with that she bounced away quickly.

The eye of the dreamer soon turned back to Reala, watching him as he hesitated. One wrong move and she could possibly wriggle free. Obviously, he wasn't going to be helped by the other Nightmaren, who were probably out of sight placing new bets on this interesting turn of events. But he couldn't just sit on her all night long. This visitor probably wouldn't wake up and he probably wouldn't be able to catch her again so easily.

With a deep breath, he quickly scooped up the rope and began to bind her hands behind her back before tying her arms down to her body. The rope was quickly coiled about her legs and tied at her ankles to prevent her from kicking. But in his rush he had gotten an arm too close to hear head.

"YEEAAHHOOOWWW!" Okay, this dreamer obviously had a strong set of teeth, which she demonstrated by burying them into his arm. It took quite a bit of work to pry her jaw off of him before he jumped back, glaring. He had come so close to returning that punch. SO CLOSE. But if he had, he knew he had Wizeman's wrath to face. So, taking a deep breath, he simply floated back to rest for a moment while the visitor simply lay there, bound and unable to do more than wriggle like a fish on dry land. He would wait until she tired herself before attempting to transport her. Until then he would simply float, watch and think on just what possible plans his master had in store for this odd dreamer.