[ She considers this... the girl's words, the photos. She hums a little, trying to get her mind in the right place as she rocks on the chair's arm. She licks her lips and...

Well then, ]

... Okay, so you're telling me that for you, time's become a loop? Or immaterial in the first place. Or you're going between those dimensions?

... I suppose it doesn't matter, I've never understood that stuff.

[ Leap off the chair to get closer to the notes. ]

Has every dream been like that?