Wolfgang exhales a breath he didn't realise he had been holding in. "I have had that dream before," he says. His tone is oddly steady -- in some ways, it's almost a relief to admit to that. This big secret he's been carrying around for nearly three years. He would never admit it under ordinary circumstances, but she already knows. He doesn't know how she knows, but she does, and that... should freak him out more, yes, but this is Baedal. Everything's weird here.

"It comes and goes. I can't remember when, the last time..." He trails off as he searches back in his memory and realises -- no, he does remember. It was... a week or two ago, maybe. He had just started that new job. "You were there. Last time. No, that's not --" That isn't right, that's not how the dream goes. It's always the same; he's lost and looking, and he finds her, but she's gone, and someone is yelling at him and telling him to never, ever come back. There's never a woman in it. "That isn't right."