The Treabor smiled in great amusement at Cole's challenge and said with a wicked grin,
"Something else to throw at you, little man? How about this...?" Instantly Sheila materialized right before Cole, looking around in a state of complete dismay The Thief cried, "Who?! Where am I?! What's going on here?!"
"Welcome, my dear Sheila," announced The Treabor from his throne in a mockingly whimsical voice. "Welcome to my fondest dream and your worst nightmare!"
And with that the floor beneath the Thief immediately liquified, Sheila dropped below the surface, but before she could pull herself free of the pool, the floor hardened above her! Cole looked on in horror as he saw the helpless Thief trapped beneath the floor, pounding her fist against the hard surface in a vain attempt to escape from the Treabor's trap! Sheila's condition instantly reminded the Mentalist of what would happen to someone if they fell through thin ice on a frozen lake and was unable to reach the surface before the ice hardened again.
"If you are wondering how I did that, little Mentalist, I will be more than happy to explain it to you." mused The Treabor smiling from ear to ear as he drew more energy from Terri. "Noble, sweet, innocent Sheila has worked tirelessly and given so much of herself to keep her friend Terri alive that she has weakened her own resolve to my subtle entreaties. Add to that Terri's own considerable power as a Dreamer and I can now bring anyone I want into my domain--all they have to do is fall asleep! Besides; you should be honored, what you are bearing witness to now is the death of one host and the preparation of another one."
The Treabor rose from his throne and in the blink of an eye appeared before Cole, towering over the Mentalist. Standing at a full seven feet, the creature folded his arms and regarded the Mentalist arrogantly.
The Dream Demon continued with bravado in his voice, "My power is growing, little man, and has grown for quite some time. But as this host dies, I need a new one and your beautiful red-head shall suffice!" Noticing The Mentalist's shock turn to anger, the Treabor pressed on,
"What's the matter, Cole? Does this one not strike your fancy? Perhaps I shall give her to you as a gift, once I am through turning dear sweet Terri into a mindless, empty husk! What do you say to that, Mentalist? Muwha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!" Laughed the Dream Demon throwing his head back in amusement.
