She'd been dreaming of him for seven nights. Not exactly a *new* dream each time, but more a continuation of itself. She thought of him the way she hadn't in years, and felt dizzy.

The situation must be rectified (it was cutting into her actual rest, after all), and therefore a trip to a certain store, as well as to the cliffs, was necessary.

The waves called to her. She looked north and wondered how long it would take for him to hear her.