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Jimothy: What's so funny?
Tsamantha: Oh, sorry, I still can't believe you called 911 when we were in the middle of a police medslab.
Jimothy: Bah. I was scared.
Tsamantha: I know. I'll try to stop smirking, somehow.
Tsamantha: It doesn't really itch at me, though -- there's no horror in MY forgetting where you live.
Jimothy: Fair enough. I just... I can't even be sure of what I DO remember -- all the context is gone. Soap bubbles in a raging river.
[[Night has fallen.]]
Jimothy: I'll tell you what I CAN remember: my dreams. They're all there, clear as day, right back to what must be childhood. I don't even have to try, they're clearer than anything I just imagine. Brighter. Remembering them is like dreaming them again.
Tsamantha: I'm glad you remember ME at least.
Jimothy: Of course! You're... you're in my dreams.