They're such simple words, that say so much more. It's a process she's starting to become familiar with, starting to be able to live through. She loses them each morning - but she goes back to them at night.

They're still there.

It's a little like an internet chat, she supposes. Though they aren't a part of her everyday life, she still speaks with the people in her dreams and experiences things with them.

"We'll dream again," she agrees belatedly. It's a nice thought, especially here, where she has few other things to look forward to.