What does it all mean, she wondered, rolling over in her bed. She had just awoken with a start: in her dream they had been standing there holding hands. She knew she was smiling, and although she couldn't see his face, she knew that he was very unhappy. As the perspective of her dream went from wormhole to landscape, she saw why he was frowning. His mother was there in the corner, dead.
She touched him in her bed, fully awake now, and brushed away his hair. He didn't know about her dream but she felt suddenly closer to him, as if she knew every dream he had ever had.
