She listens to his memory with heartbreak playing through her.  It is as if the strains of the song still pulled at her heart.  It wasn't.  It was their connection to each other.  They begin to unravel how they belong together, but so much remains unknown still.  She sits back and says "I had dreams.  The whole time.  Disjointed and fantastical dreams.  I thought they were just fantasies.  But they were so real, I prefered them to anything else.  I spent hours drawing this garden, this house..."  Her voice drops away as she says "your face."  She pauses and starts up again, "When I got frustrated with my inability to draw things as I saw them, I wrote.  I told stories that starred..." She hesitates again and fidgets with the bow of the violin.  "Well...We were both in them."  She rephrased, but words were failing her.  I don't know which is truth anymore and which is lies, but I feel...."  her face turned to the side.  She stood up and walked so her back was to Gabriel.  "raped."  It was the only fitting word for it.  "Violated to the most intimate depths."  She turns to Gabriel.  "Is it real?  Between us, I mean."  She shuffles her foot a moment and looks up again.  "Or is this just another mind game?"<br/><br/>In the back of her mind she begins to wonder if she was just company for Gabriel here, a student of martial arts, or another experiment.  She has never been special, that she knew of.  But then again if you had asked her to play the violin, she would have told you she did not know how.  Not knowing one's own self is most unsettling when that is all one has.