The Auditor snapped his fingers. A rain of erasers began to fall—soft, pink, and terrible. Wherever they landed, colors vanished. The Crystal Canyons turned to beige cubicles. The wind stopped dreaming. It just… blew.
“Something’s wrong,” he growled, his voice a low rumble like waves against a dock. “The dreams are leaking out.” the adventures sharkboy and lavagirl
“Lava-Shark,” she whispered.
“No,” said a small voice from behind them. The Auditor snapped his fingers
“Hey, clock-face,” he said, cracking his knuckles. “You ever try to punch a shark?” and terrible. Wherever they landed
“It’s better,” the boy said.
The Dreamer looked at his two oldest friends.