I... [He shifts over, moving blankets aside to set his foot on the ground. He stands up, still in pants he hasn't worn in days, hasn't ever really touched before but distinctly remembers from those recovered memories in the dome. He combs his hand back through his hair, his back to her, but eyes on her reflection in a mirror.] I don't know.
[He's never been in one of her dreams before. It's plausible, however...] She wasn't there. In the dome. [It's clear he's as confused as her, making a gesture with his hand as he tries to piece it together.]
... Shit, she'd be here. [A rather sickening thought. Cyril's might be as well.
He has a remarkably sunken feeling when he thinks of all the other members of the family, and Kitty behind him. He turns on his heels to look at her.] I hope it's an illusion.