Waves of nonsense noise against the soft beach sand describes how Phalanx receives many sounds, so the ambiance here is downright soothing. The spirits are in a deep state of rest by the time that a commotion finally drums up around them.

It's confusing, at first. If ghosts can dream, it apparently takes them longer to pull out of it than might be expected. The first words are mumbled and caught by blankets. Then, as Robin shifts around, Phalanx follows suit, moving enough that they can speak out from underneath their hood.

"--No, put it back."