You release her and turn in place running your hands through your sweat soaked hair.

"No no no.. fucking.. fuckin Constantine!" You shout, kicking a small dune and sending a spray of sand through the air.

"You are.. upset." She states.

"No shit!" You reply, harsher than you intended. But she doesn't flinch, her face instead taking on an uncanny expression.

"But you are not in any danger here... I promise you. You have nothing to fear from me."

"That isn't what this is about.. I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE." Your voice echoes over the sandy hills. "I WAS SUPPOSED TO WAKE UP, NOT BE STUCK IN A FUCKING DESERT."

"Why did you not say so sooner, son of Gotham?" She says, her face perking up into something resembling a smile.

With a delicate wave of her hand you see the endless white around you shift in hue until it's the purple hue of Gotham's night sky, ever so slightly tinged by the street lights despite their non-existence. She continues, waving her hands like a maestro as buildings rise from the sand and stars begin to blink into existence above you. With a final flourish you're bathed in pale moonlight as a full moon, impossibly large, emerges from the blackness directly above you. Your rage diminishes, slowly replaced by awe and no small portion of fear.

"There." She says with a rickety flourish. "Now you are home.."

You let out a shuddering breath as you take it all in. The city, exact and perfect.. too perfect. The mask of a memory, devoid of substance, cold and soulless. You clench your fists and then let them loosen.

"No.. this isn't my home. This isn't my life."

"You perplex me, son of Gotham.. if you do not want this what is it you do want? I am willing to give you anything."

"I want to go home." You blurt out. "I just... I want to go home. I want to see my parents, my friends, Allison.."

Her head tilts to an inhuman degree as she stares at you, her expression completely dropped now, your skin crawls and you feel as if you've made a terrible mistake. Until she rights herself and settles onto a park bench that materializes from scattered grains of sand.

"If this is what you truly desire..." She begins, speaking slow as if talking to a child. "Then I will assist you in returning to your waking life."

"Really? I.. uh.. thank you."

"Do not thank me. For there is something I wish in return."

"What?" You say, eyes narrowing.

"A conversation." She pats the bench next to her. "Speak with me like you did before.. not of leaving. Not of waking from this place. But about yourself.. like why you choose to live in a city that eats it's own young. How can you love a place that hates you for it."

"I don-"

"If you do not wish that then I can also answer questions for you.. About your waking life or about this place.." She pleads. "I promise you I will not take up much more of the time you have spent.."