"Not all the time, but most of time. It depends on what I'm dreaming," Fortescue answers, maybe a little vaguely. The more emotional the memory, the more likely she was to be drawn into it. Things were rarely the crazy soup of psychedelics that other people seemed to dream so often.

"Not that it matters. It's not like I can do anything about it."

The walls of the mansion are impenetrable.

She has another sip and then focuses her attention on him, sitting up carefully. "So where did you come from?" she wonders. It's not very often that she dreams of recent memories. Months seem to have to go by, first.