"Is that so?" He looks down at her, with a faint smile. He does feel a slight sense of oddness--she's familiar to him from other dreams, but not in waking life--but that sense passes quickly.

"I'm pleased things fell back into place, then." He pauses. "It does feel like that." In the dream, he feels oddly content. This not might be what he truly wants or would choose, or any kind of possible future, but there's a sense of quietness and peace. There is no war, no loss, no sense of death close at hand.

"They're playing outside," he says, speaking of the children, of course.