When Rei wakes up, it's not a real awakening. She can just tell that she's stepped from her usual sleep into a dream. It also helps that she steps from her bed dressed in her Senshi uniform, bright red heels contrasting sharply with the stark white of a snow field laid out before her. She shivers. How familiar. She tends to dream about the Arctic; it's a sticking point in her mind, especially when she's uncomfortable. Probably something to do with her death; that kind of thing leaves a mark on your psyche.

She takes a few more steps out into the whiteness. Usually she wakes up recalling nothing more than being cold, but this is different. More solid. More real than it has been before. So she walks out into the empty field of snow and ice, wind rustling past her with biting cold.

"Why can't I dream about something nice for a change?" Rei asks aloud, turning around to look back--and instead of the cold arctic, there's a sandy beach, sunshine beating down and water lapping upwards in the ever-rolling tide. She looks back. Snow and cold.

"Dreams are weird."