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[A few days after this conversation took place, Zatanna chose to make a rare public appearance on the radio network.  She would have used the public consoles, if the subject wasn't too delicate for certain ears:]

Okay, so...I have an idea.

[Fair warning, at this moment, it was a fairly terrible plan.  And almost certainly won't work.  Unless it does.]

Remember that Vision we all had a couple of days ago?  [Rhetorical question.  Of course they did.]  Well, it got me thinking.  What if Tu Vishan really is still alive, only...trapped?  Buried within his own mind so deep that he wasn't able to reach out to us until we went looking for him.

So let's look.  Magically, I mean.

Basically, what I'm trying to say is that...if you have any magical abilities whatsoever, would you be down to try something with me?  It's not too dangerous.  Probably.

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[She frowned.]

[It wasn't that she was ready to dismiss the thought; it was that she simply didn't want to acknowledge the possibility. That kid she'd met...he'd seemed so...so...not like Malicant. Plus, the thought of him having been able to invade their dreams like that was just plain creepy.]

But...no, wait, weren't those little turtles able to do the same thing? Pop in and our of our dreams, I mean. If they could do it, then wouldn't it make sense that Asti could do the same thing?

[wintershepherd]

Huh... yeah, I guess you're right. I'd forgotten about that happening.

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I don't think I'd ever be able to forget.

It was...when I was having a dream. About home. And my dad. Little guy popped over for a visit just in time for tea.

[wintershepherd]

[ Jack laughs. ]

How come it's always tea?

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[She held up her hands in defense.]

Blame dad.

Sometimes, I would wonder if we were actually British rather than Italian, the way he had to have a cup almost every night before bed. Or when I was sick.