"Yeah." Abra answered softly. "I don't think they over go away, not for people like us." They were able to see too much with their shine. From the airplanes when she was a baby to the current hotel, they'd always been there, visions of the past and future that lived in her subconscious. She held onto hope that she'd start having dreams about a brighter future now that's been reunited with her uncle.
"I know." Face them and fight them. "But the guilt can be a lot." Abra wanted to have been able to save the baseball boy and the others so badly. "Sometimes even the good dreams are hard to face up to." Seeing Rose's death and reliving it with glee, led to waking up with a sense that it meant there was an evil hidden inside her.
Abra giggled and used her shine to show him a cartoon of an old man with a long beard and bald head, shaking a cane at her and grumbling about how kids respected their elders in his day. "You're not ancient yet. Just close to ancient." She teased. "It was good when we had a room before. You sang me to sleep when the alien thing happened. We kept each other safe."