Dron woke with Tempest's soft body tucked perfectly against his chest. They were on their sides, and he was the most comfortable he'd ever been in his life.
They had met in the dream world once again, but this time Tempest wasn't as confused as she was the first time. She was used to what was happening. They spoke about the future. A future together. He was happy to talk about it with her but was unsure of what to do with the information. He didn't want to get his hopes up when he knew there was a possibility that they might not have a future together. She still wanted to go back to Earth; at least that was the last he'd heard of it. She wanted to go home. Home without him.
