She looked over at him from her spot on the bridge, and she looked entirely confused for a moment. She was used to Billy wandering into her dreams; he'd been doing it or years. But no one else ever had. She knew she was dreaming, had no doubt about the fact that she was still in her coma, falling deeper every day.
She smiled a moment later. "I'm not that dramatic, Pierce," she said honestly. "I thought you were Billy."