Oliver just called out in his sleep, “I need help!” (which, by the way, is a pretty creepy thing to say in your sleep)
I went in his room, but he seemed to be neither awake, nor embattled in a Freddy Krueger dream-battle.
I would like to state publicly, and for the record, that if I shout “I need help!” in my sleep, I expect some Dream Warriors to form up and tag team whatever we need to defeat. I don’t ask for help lightly.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a job to do.
Boy said he need’s help.