Pierce hadn't been sleeping well lately - or at all lately, but enough was enough. He finally decided it was time to either take a sleeping pill or conk himself over the head with a frying pan. Committing hari-kari with his sword collection was not advised at this point in time.
And when he slept, he barely ever remembered his dreams when he awoke. But this was a new experience for him, an experience where the dream setting felt strangely familiar. Had he been here before? Did he regularly come here? He couldn't quite place it exactly, yet was aware of something faintly tugging on the strings of his memory. It felt as if he should know what this was. Like it was his doing, his creation...
But then he saw her, and she was awake.
"Olivia..." he murmured as he appeared beside her. "What are you doing here? You scared the hell out of me. Don't tell me I was brought here just to watch you fling yourself off of this bridge."