"Why would you want to come here?" she asks, baffled. She knows why here, of course — she could list a million reasons why anyone should come here, the clarity of the air, the stillness of winter nights — it's more the when that she means. Now is not a good time for more mysterious strangers to be appearing.

A branch snaps in the distance and her head turns in that direction, her frown deepening. She has a face like she can't quite manage a complete frown. Like she's always smiling, no matter how she really feels. She's probably a funny kid, under other circumstances; even now, she's swinging her legs like she's up there because she wants to be. "They're coming to kill me," she says. "You should go."

(Whether urging Benji away is coincidental or subconscious on the part of the dreamer is anyone's guess.)