I don't know what skill you mean. The last person to get muddled up in my dreams was highly skilled... at swallowing fistfuls of pills. Down in one, gone. There's an art to that, you know, took me months to learn. You're not stoned, are you?

[He folds his hands across his lap.]

Anyway, that was her skill. That and-

[Fingers curl tight a moment, then relax.]

Well, nevermind about that. I'd take you to the park, I think. Bethesda Terrace, to see the angel.