In the dream, the hunt is good, though elements of it are strange. She carries a sword--did Preston teach me? or someone else?--and runs past trees that will never grow in Vietnam.

There is a sound behind her and she whirls to strike it down, only to find her companion.

"I've been looking for you," he says, voice stern, but tempered with a laugh.

He has no face.

She does not know what she replies, but in the real world, the stillness of her sleep is broken by her faintly moving lips. There is, however, no sound.