"I think it'd be kind of hard for the beach not to be relaxing, at least for most people," Rory said. "It's just... got a little bit of a different significance for me, I guess." Rory didn't want to go into it, really. If, for some reason, this version of Mal wasn't just a manifestation of his subconscious (which he was increasingly beginning to suspect that she wasn't, despite how impossible it seemed), Rory didn't want to be airing his deepest secrets and desires. He was vulnerable here, in this dream world, even in his most relaxed state. Desires, hopes, passions and fears were all made manifest in some way or another on this plane, and if Mal really was here in his dream then he wasn't about to just give information away willy-nilly, in case it stirred up deeper memories.
Right now, however, he had a different task on which to direct his focus. His brow furrowed a little as she refused to budge and he finally began to make hand gestures in the direction of the water. "I'm trying to make you go to the water and dip your feet in," Rory explained. "But obviously it's not working. Wow. I guess you really do have conscious thought." As he'd suspected originally, Rory was at a complete loss to explain any of this, although the recent information he'd just learned about Eisen had begun to bubble at the back of his mind. It wouldn't be the first impossible thing to happen to him this week, and now that he’d already suspended his disbelief for on instance he was more inclined to do it again.