The Catgirl. Awake. This is maybe the heroes' second call.

Cherie hauls Thalia into the nearest girls' room by her upper arm. "OOUUCCHH! That hurts!" Thalia yelps.
"I know.  And I think I know why." Cherie says. She pulls up the girl's hoodie sleeve to expose the deep lines of scratches."What the hell is this?  Are you cutting?"
"What?! No!"
"How do you know?"
"What do you mean, how do I know?  Wouldn't I know if I was? Wouldn't I have a kit like Laurel?"
"Laural has a kit?! Wait, back to you.  How do you think you're getting these?"
"I just wake up with them."
"How do you know you're not sleep walking?"
"I guess I don't, but they show up after my freaky dreams."
"What freaky dreams?"
"I'm just sort of running through these trees.  It's like a video game.  There are all these creatures that get in my way and I have to fight them off the branch.  I'm getting really good.  In fact, I took a programming course this semester and am thinking of creating a game based on my dreams."
"How do you know it's a dream?"
"Are you kidding me? I'm asleep."
"Okay, but how do you know you're not really fighting creatures, for real? How do you know it's not a parallel universe or another dimension?"
"Let me get this straight.  I wake up with a few scratches and suddenly I'm an intergalactic fighter, for real, during my sleep?"
"Kind of.  There's this scientist who thinks that the universes or dimensions or whatever are like sheets on a clothesline, sort of swaying in the breeze, like this." Cherie hangs her forearms parallel with each other.  "And sometimes they zzzzzzpt." She touches her arms together for a second. "How do you know your dreams aren't a zzzzzzpt?"
Thalia laughs.  "When did you become the weird nerd?"
"Oh, no.  You are not the normal hotness right now either, Catgirl."
"What did you call me?"
"What, Catgirl?"
"Yeah, how did you know?"
"How did I know what?"
"That the scratches are from me, mostly.  That in my dreams, I have claws."
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