Becquerel, I have a feeling we're not in Prospit anymore...
Seems like she's just having a normal dream.
I mean, the Squiddles are an obvious red flag, but they are toys from her childhood, after all. Maybe they're just coming from her subconscious.
I'm kidding, of course - you all know the cacophony I'm hearing right now. Jade is screwed.
See? That one's trying to sell her drugs!
So Jade's literally in the Furthest Ring - or, at least, her pseudo-Dream Self is.
I wonder what would happen to her if Jade died now?
We all know this is a bad idea, but Dave has clearly made up his mind. Let's see where he - and the Gods - are going with this.
They're not what you think they are, Jade Harley.
Hey there, Feferi. Come here often?
Actually, this is pretty interesting, since it implies that Horrorterror dreams can transcend sessions. If Jade's willing to risk her sanity, she can rendezvous with the trolls 'in person'.
...wait, is this what John meant by see you soon? I certainly hope not.
The dream is collapsing, and another kind of unreality is setting in.
Lovecraft my Squiddle.
Here's where you really are, Jade.
Oh god, they just keep coming! That one's going right for my face!
I don't know what I expected, but it wasn't this. This is going on for an... unnervingly long time.
Don't. Turn. Around.
This is the first time we've seen a Horrorterror up close, unless you count the facehugger from earlier in the animation. It's pretty much what I expected - apart from the singing, which Jade can still hear in the 'real' Furthest Ring. It probably carries some sort of message, so I'm going to need to transcribe it.
