Whatever I want,' he says. 'Yes.' 'I'm afraid you haven't been privy to that dream yet.

Oh baby," he whispers. Steps back. Out of the doorway. His face ashen. He walks slowly back to the kitchen. Leans over the counter. Puts his head in his hands. His hair falls over his fingers. The bathroom door clicks shut. She stays there for a long time. He's pulling his hair out.

Dreams happen in the strangest places. Watch for them.

Feels like I'm in a play and I don't know all my lines.

Are you okay?" she whispers, giggling. Me? Oh sure. You might have to carry me out of here, though." What happened?" I created a distraction." I gathered that." Step stool, encyclopedias, floor." I see. Well, I can't thank you enough." Sure you can. Help me flunk enough tests, so I drop out of the 'torian range." Can't you just tell Abernethy that you have a reputation as a dumbshit to keep up, and you don't want the attention?" Flunking is more fun.

Maybe you don't have to remember something for it to be true. For it to exist.

So, ah, I'm not sure if you know this, but you're not wearing a shirt." "Distracting, isn't it?