Re: dreamland: becky/crane
Jonathan was quite observant, or at least as much as he could be in this place, and as she clasped her hands over her chest in such a dramatic fashion, he could not help the smile that creeped onto his lips. "I do remember. Not that I was responsible, but that it happened." He could see it, bits and pieces, and they fluttered by outside the window near the desk, flashes of memory as he sat on the edge of the desk.