Re: dreamland: becky/crane
She stood, abruptly, when their surroundings changed, narrowed eyes taking in the whip-quick parade of memories that finally settled somewhere... else. Not the office Becky had found herself in, but a bedroom, unfamiliar and childish. Not hers, so it must be his.
For the first time, she had an inkling of realization; this might not be, probably wasn't, real.
And yet it felt real, which was what mattered. She exhaled slowly, smoothed down her dress, and watched him carefully. I, he, we? It didn't make any sense. Unless... her eyes widened, and she drew in a breath, a gasp, as recognition settled in. On some level she knew he couldn't be here, he was dead, but it didn't matter just then. "Jonathan?" She took a step forward, but wait, something wasn't right.