It's less of a ceremony and more of a ritual, but Felicia doesn't quite feel up to explaining anything to him or anybody right now. She's fully freaked out, confused, scared... the whole shebang. She's never felt as alone as she feels now. Nobody else is around to explain to her what's going wrong and how far it'll go. It hasn't only been one dream so far; it's been many, one on top of the other.

Maybe she should forget it. Fake it until she makes it again. Pretend that she sleeps like any other person and pretend that she's just mentally unstable. It'll be good for her reputation, the little she has here now. It was a one off thing, right? Right. It was only him. The other dreams didn't have anybody she knew in them. This totally sounds like a complete and rational explanation to her because it's the only one she has.

Felicia wipes her face dry with a towel that she pulls from a stack. She doesn't bother to unfold it, just dragging it over her worn looking face. The fact that she hasn't been sleeping well at all shows more now than it ever has. "I have to do your hair."