"That is agreeable," she says, after a moment's pause. "And I can wait. When you are ready to speak, simply think of me as you fall asleep," she says, before leaning in, and planting a kiss on the bare skin of his chest, a little above his heart. It seems to burn for a moment, and he's left with a small, white mark, in the shape of a pair of lips. "Maybe next time we will meet in more... pleasant circumstances," she says, her tone suggesting<em>everything.</em><br/><br/>With a sharp gesture, she taps him on the forehead, and the entire room around him dissolves, leaving him back in his bed, the comforting weight of Night once more curled up with him.