Marc drew back with a gasp. "You're really here!"
"I have other ways of proving it," Toffee said. She leaned toward him.
"No!" Marc cried. "But ... but ... how...!"
Toffee smiled. "It's very simple. You've projected me through your awareness. I guess I must have made quite an impression on you in that dream. Heavens knows I tried, but I didn't think I was really getting any psychic cooperation. Anyway, I managed to stick to the conscious part of your mind instead of the subconscious, and you projected me into reality."
"Oh, no!" Marc gasped. "No! This can't happen! I didn't mean it! You've got to go back!"
"Too late now," Toffee said. She removed herself from Marc's middle and plumped herself down beside him. "There's no use fighting it. You can't control it. Of course I'll disappear and return to your mind whenever you go to sleep. You'll stop projecting me then. But I'll be right back again the moment you wake up." She sighed happily. "I'm so tickled I could pop."
"Don't!" Marc cried. Anything was easily within the realm of possibility now. "What am I going to do with you?"
Toffee cast him a sidelong glance. "I could make a list of suggestions," she murmured, "and we could run through them in the order named. And if there are any terms you don't understand I'll explain them."
"Holy smoke!" Marc said, staring at her. "Haven't you any sense of decency at all?"
"None worth mentioning," Toffee answered. "Should I have?"