[Time has proven that much as she'd like it to be, this is more than just a dream; much as she'd like to pretend it is still. It hasn't helped her understand exactly what it is either. But-- the fact that there are people here she recognizes that don't know her, has been eating at her a little.
So when she hears that crowd-- and it's familiarity, in some small fashion, she scowls. She doesn't face the sound directly and yet--]
I've had more than enough of all of you.
[Only-- when she does look... at the real thing, not the mist (because she could care a whole lot less about that) she gets a whole lot quieter.]
dream a little dream
So when she hears that crowd-- and it's familiarity, in some small fashion, she scowls. She doesn't face the sound directly and yet--]
I've had more than enough of all of you.
[Only-- when she does look... at the real thing, not the mist (because she could care a whole lot less about that) she gets a whole lot quieter.]
Father...?