Susamaru, James, and Tanjiro awoke on a busy American city street teeming with life ranging from horse-drawn buggies to automobiles. As Tanjiro looked around, he asked the couple, "Where the Hell are we? This doesn't look like something Enmu would dream of."

"That's because it ain't," James explained. "I architected this dream. Specifically, I dreamt up a city street in Chicago. Because Enmu's entire body is the train, I was able to rope him into the dream as well. Now all we gotta do is find him."

"And I think I found him," Susamaru replied as he pointed out a man who looked just like Enmu up ahead on the sidewalk. "What do we do?"

"We kidnap that son of a bitch," James replied as he drew a gun. "Hey, Enmu!"

The man they talked to immediately turned to them. He immediately replied, deeply confused, "Yes, that's me. Who are you?"

"We wanna have a talk with you," James replied as the three of them approached him and several onlookers watched them. "See that taxi? Get in." He motioned to a taxi parked next to them that was awaiting its next passenger. To emphasize he meant business, he pulled a gun. "That ain't a fuckin' request." He then turned to Tanjiro. "Get the driver outta here."

"Okay, okay, okay," Enmu complied as they all got in.

As they all climbed in, Tanjiro pulled his own gun and told the driver of the taxi, "Sorry, sir, but this is for your own good. Walk away." The taxi driver quickly jumped out of the driver's seat, allowing James to hop in. Tanjiro and Susamaru, meanwhile, stayed in the back with Enmu.

"So," Enmu asked them all. "What's this all about? Who are you people?"

"We'll talk later," James replied. "Now, here's what's gonna ha-"

He was soon interrupted by gunshots, one of which barely missed Tanjiro, who screamed, "What the fuck?!"

"Oh shit," Susamaru replied as she drew her revolver and saw several men on horseback riding up towards the taxi. "I think it's those guys up there!"

"Motherfucker," James replied as he shifted into reverse and returned fire with his revolver. "This bastard's got a weaponized subconscious!"

Tanjiro replied as he put Enmu down for cover, "A what?!"

"It means that his subconscious will generate armed projections to hunt down outsiders," James explained. He then shot and killed one of the projections, yelling, "Eat lead, asshole!"

Tanjiro also returned fire, striking another projection and killing him. He then turned to Enmu and told him, "Just stay down! We got this!" The projections were armed with rifles, and as the last of them was shot, James shifted back into forward drive and sped off. "Is that the last of them?!"

"No," James replied. "It's gon' keep makin' those bastards until the dream ends or we get killed!" As they rounded a corner and went down an alleyway, he told the gang, "Let's get somewhere where we can hide!"

Back on the train in the real world, Kyojuro and Thomas were successfully guarding the sleeping bodies of James, Susamaru, and Tanjiro from three soldier demons who were firing at them. Thomas held them back with suppressing fire from his shotgun as Kyojuro told him in Japanese, "Get back! I'm gonna take care of the flesh growths Enmu has on the first few cars all at once!"

Understanding his body language, Thomas moved back and reloaded his shotgun as Kyojuro readied himself. "Here we go…"

"Breath of Flames," Kyojuro then began as he charged himself with power. "First Form: Unknowing Fire!" In an instant, a flash of light burst from his position as he sped through half of all the cars on the train at lightning speed, immediately killing off the growths Enmu had developed and permanently damaging them, hampering their ability to regrow. The attack was so powerful that it caused the train to tilt and wobble slightly, and once it ended, Kyojuro had traveled a total of five cars down the train. He simply smiled and said to himself, "And that's how you do it." However, his smile soon went away when a feeling of dread hit him.

"Holy shit," Thomas said to himself in amazement. However, before he could say anything else, Patrick Cleburne had managed to shoot him twice in the chest, causing him to recoil in pain. "Motherfucker!"

"How could you?!" His former leader was clearly angry with him. "You're a traitor! You betrayed your own brothers, and for what?! Just because ya saw some lights inside that oriental boy's dream?!"

Thomas replied by shooting him, but Patrick was able to immediately stand back up and grab James' sword. "Damn it!"

"I might as well deal with you this way!" As he readied the sword, he thought to himself, "One hit. I just need one hit to the neck."

"Lord," Thomas thought to himself in prayer. "Give me the strength to succeed!" He then picked up Tanjiro's sword from his sleeping body. "Let's settle this with a duel then, sir! May the best man win!"

"Indeed!" The two then charged at each other from opposite ends of the train car before meeting in the middle with a clash of metal and the sound of slicing flesh, blood spilling onto the seats and the floor from both of them.

"Shit…"

For a few seconds, both stood still, the tension in the air incredibly thick. Then, Thomas' head slid off of his body, confirming that Patrick had won the duel. "And with that, I've won." He then turned to Thomas' disintegrating body, telling himself, "'Tis a shame you had to do that. You were a great soldier, Tommy."

Suddenly, Kyojuro charged forward and attempted to decapitate Patrick. However, he deflected his blow and quickly ran to the back of the train car to climb up to the top. Kyojuro exclaimed in English, "You won't get away!"

"You can either chase me and leave your comrades with no protection," Patrick then told him before he left the car and threw down James' sword. "Or you can stay behind! I leave the choice to you, young man!"

"Damn it," Kyojuro muttered to himself as he realized he was right. "He's right. If I leave now, Kamado and my Tsuguko will be unprotected. For now, I'll have to hold back!" He sighed and thought to himself, "Please, hurry the Hell up in there, guys!"

Back in the dream world, the gang had hid out in a warehouse while James prepared to create a second layer of dreaming by once again painting a symbol in his blood for a ritual. As he did, Susamaru kept her gun pointed at Enmu the entire time. "You're not going anywhere just yet."

Enmu asked her, "What is he doing?"

"None of your fucking business," Susamaru replied to him as she put the barrel of the gun up against his head. James then looked at her and nodded, to which she then whacked him across the back of the head with her revolver, knocking Enmu completely out. "Now he won't know that we dreamt up another level."

"Tanjiro," James instructed him as he set his backpack down and pulled a spell scroll out. "This spell scroll will create an explosion when you set it on fire to cast it. Use this lighter to do it." He then handed him the scroll and the lighter as well as a stopwatch. "In exactly ten minutes, set the scroll off. That will give us two hundred minutes, or three hours and twenty minutes, to work with in the next dream level before y'all initiate that Kick Event to wake us all up. Hold off any of the soldiers deployed by Enmu's subconscious."

"Got it," Tanjiro replied. "I'll hit the stopwatch when you cast your spell, James-san. What kind of dream will you come up with?"

"I'm gon' go with a hotel," James explained. "Somethin' a little more closed-off in terms of an environment. In there, I'm gonna try to pull off a little trick on Enmu they call Mr. Charles."

Susamaru replied in concern, "Mr. Charles? That's way too dangerous, honey. Don't do that. You told me yourself how dangerous it was."

"What's Mr. Charles?"

"Basically," James explained. "I have to go in and convince Enmu that he's trapped in a dream, which he is, mind you, but the trick is that I have to convince him I'm actually a projection of his subconscious that was created to help protect 'em. It's risky because it can lead to his actual projections findin' me out and tearin' me apart. I've pulled it off only once before successfully."

"And that's exactly why I don't want you to do it," Susamaru replied.

"It's the best God damn way we can induce Inception, and that's final," James argued back. "Now come on. We ain't got much time."

Susamaru sighed and replied, "Ugh, fine."

Back in the real world, Inosuke and Nezuko ran to the front of the train, having figured out between them were Enmu's real head most likely was. Inosuke asked her, "Are you sure about this, Kazuko?!"

"It's Nezuko," she replied back as they ran into another car. "And yeah! It's the most logical place he'd put his head!" As they saw Kyojuro up ahead, Nezuko asked him, "Rengoku-san! How's my brother?!"

"He's fine," he replied as he turned to her. "So are James and Susamaru."

"I think I know where Enmu's head is," Nezuko then explained to him. "I think it's in the front of the train!"

Inosuke exclaimed, "The head of the beast is the perfect spot for this bastard's real head!"

"It wouldn't hurt to check it out," Kyojuro replied. "I'll work with Agatsuma and protect the passengers! I think our American friend Patrick is taking his soldiers all the way to the back of the train to flee. By the way, before you go…"

"What is it?"

"Nezuko," Kyojuro then told her with a smile. "You have truly earned the title of Demon Slayer tonight. I saw how you protected the passengers and your comrades from harm. Any doubts in my mind about your loyalty are gone, and anyone who continues to have doubts about you… Well, they can honestly shove them up their ass, because they're wrong." He then chuckled. "I don't really know what other way to put it but that.

Nezuko smiled. "Thank you, Rengoku-san."

"Anyway, go get Enmu first," Kyojuro then concluded. "What about Patrick?"

"We'll deal with him later," Nezuko replied before she and Inosuke then ran to the back exit of the car to climb up on top. "Enmu takes priority!"