"To see if, I dunno," he shrugs, "you're really here?" As if that makes any sense. It's a dream, and unless she's a dream ghost, of course he'd be able to touch her. "You remind me of someone."

In the distance, there's land. It seems that even with the sail down and the water calm, they're drifting toward it anyway. Ah, the power of dreams.

"That's probably why I'm dreaming about you. Some kinda fucked up Freudain word association game, right?" He turns away and moves to the bow of the boat. "What do you think's over there?" For now, the closer they get to the land, the sketchier it looks, like it's an incomplete thought.