"I think," he says slowly, ponderously, and he's aware of the fact that the room somehow seems to be melting, to be fading even as he speaks, but it somehow makes sense. He himself is turning from a child back into the adult he'd been when he entered the dream, growing up even as the room dissipates.

"I think this is a dream," he tells Daneel, and maybe he wants it to be, because there's a tone of desperation in his voice that wasn't there seconds before.