She'd thought about telling him to bring something he could use as a totem, but she wasn't worried about either of them being unable to tell the dream from reality. Not this first time, anyway. If it was something he decided he wanted to do again, she'd go into that, but for now, she just opened the suitcase and set it down on the coffee table.

"We both have to hook up to this," she said. "Like an IV. It administers the drug that lets us share. There's a timer on it, too, so we can set a limit on how long we'd be under, but time doesn't work the same in the dream as it does out here. Five minutes seems like an hour."