Dreaming:
 
Julia was curled up on her side and had dozed off.  Probably because of the stress, but she was soon asleep and started to dream.
 
In the dream the sitting room she was sleeping in suddenly started to bend, as if reflected in a carnival trick mirror... and the tribunal were behind the couch, looking down at her sleeping form, each giving their verdict.
 
"Guilty...."
 
"Guilty...."
 
"Guilty...."
 
But the proof showed it was really her! she tried to tell them, unable to wake up in her dream to do it.
 
Her dark eyebrows furrowed and she made a distressed sound in her throat as each of the team were brought in and were lined up on the other side of the coffee table, gazes zombie like.  One word echoed about them, although she had no idea who said it.
 
"Guilty."
 
"No.." she managed to murmur in denial, expression troubled in her sleep "I'm not a demon.... my home...."

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