“You're a dream. Like everything else.”

“You think you're different.” Her voice wavered, and she hated sounding so weak. “You think you're all so different,” she went on, louder this time. “You do everything to be different,” she spat. The silence of the table -of the whole cafeteria- was reclaimed in an instant. "But you're not," she said at last. "You are just like every. Body. Else”

“I can't help it that I'm susceptible to you," he whispered. "You know that. It's just that you're so...unreal...and so I have to touch you. If only to be certain that I'm not the one who's dreaming. You see, I hear that sort of thing is going around.”

“That a single kiss from a boy who knew how to walk through dreams, who himself now seemed to be a dream, hadn't irrevocably altered her.”

“Even if this is a dream,” he whispered, “I'm not.”

“Learn to awaken within your dreams, Isobel.”

“The pain in her body came first, an intense surge of fire that raged like lava through her veins.But it could not compare with what followed after.A wail rose up from her depths. It left her as an inhuman cry.Finally, she remembered everything.”