The Cerberus dreams on alternating days (they are nocturnal). During yesterday's dream, one of them grew a third eye. "How strange", it thought aloud. "Now I can see the last .jpeg opened by everyone in an 18 yard radius."
The dead demon's seventeenth dream was about a woman from their past. The demon dreamt about how her hair was once black. Now her hair is pink, and that is so much better.
With the keys clutched to his chest, he could feel the fabric of space and time warping around him, taking him to another dimension. Perhaps he was, in fact, a valet.