"You have to wake up from dreams," Drusilla said, on the edge of tears. (Real tears, of water and not of blood. She'd forgotten about them.) She'd been pulled out of every dream she'd ever had. "I don't want to wake up."

Usually, it was a matter of patience. Her dreams told the future and the future unfolded when it was ready, not when she wanted it to. But this wouldn't happen in the real world. If she opened her eyes, he'd disappear forever and she'd be all alone again.