He started when her hand moved to take hold of his arm and the forest disappeared. He was sitting on the edge of her bed. Then she spoke, in a voice rusty from disuse, and she said one word: his name.
"Oh, my," he said. "I think I need to find one of the medical staff. Emma?" He placed his hand over the one she had on his arm. "Emma? Can you hear me?" He spoke out loud rather than their previous method of communication. He wanted to have as much information as possible to tell the doctor.