Florida had been like a little piece of heaven - warm and easy going and mostly far away from everything. But it ended, as all vacations must, and he's back to shoveling snow, for the most part. He still feels guilty he makes so little, that he can barely support himself, much less her. And he certainly still feels like he's missing something important that he's supposed to do.
And the thing he's not conscious of, that he certainly can't help, is that unlike Lancelot, or the Orkneys, or anyone else in Ada's dreams... he looks more or less the same in them as he does when she wakes up. And that can be no help at all.
"Adia - Adia. Wake up, it's alright. It's alright."
The dreams are getting worse. And he can't help but feel it's somehow his fault.