[He smiles at her and a warm feeling surges through her body-a vivid reminder that this isn't a memory right now. That he's not a flicker of the past here to haunt her dreams. She's not dreaming about being in their desolate city-not thinking about how hungry they used to get or the long road they were traveling on to find other survivors.
They're in a dream, but his hand is warm-his smile is so bright.
She remains close to his side, grip tight if he ever begins to waver on the ice, and trudges along. Never looking behind her, never turning away from him because-
She's worried. If the sound cracking ice breaks her concentration, he might vanish. If she blinks, she might wake up without any indication of where he could be. There's a moment where she silently listens for the crack of ice, tries to focus on her own light footsteps to avoid slipping, and squeezes his hand a bit tighter.]
You promise you'll find me?
[Because these dreams don't last long, in her experience.]
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They're in a dream, but his hand is warm-his smile is so bright.
She remains close to his side, grip tight if he ever begins to waver on the ice, and trudges along. Never looking behind her, never turning away from him because-
She's worried. If the sound cracking ice breaks her concentration, he might vanish. If she blinks, she might wake up without any indication of where he could be. There's a moment where she silently listens for the crack of ice, tries to focus on her own light footsteps to avoid slipping, and squeezes his hand a bit tighter.]
You promise you'll find me?
[Because these dreams don't last long, in her experience.]
When we wake up?