The idea of hijacking a cosplay group brought a smile to her lips and her laughter rung out across the dying dream. She hugged him again, this time tighter, reluctant to let him leave, but then she sat back again. She gave him the same Vulcan greeting he had given her a few minutes earlier, even as she nodded at his request.
"Live long and prosper, uncle Pierce."
And then the dream faded and she was gone again, all silent.
![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
calaveritas) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small}
paxletalelogs,