But dreams have ways of turning into nightmares.

I couldn't tell the difference between what was real and what I wanted to be real.

The rain increases and umbrellas sprout like mushrooms amongst the graves.

I made a wish on this tree years ago," Marco says. "What did you wish for?" Bailey asks. Marco leans forward and whispers in Bailey's ear. "I wished for her.

I keep waiting for things to get back down to whelming, but they stay at overwhelming.

I have tried to let you go and I cannot. I cannot stop thinking of you. I cannot stop dreaming about you.

I have you here, all around me. I sit in the Ice Garden to get a hint of this, this way that you make me feel. I felt it even before I knew who you were, and every time I think it could not possibly get any stronger, it does.