[It's easy if she lets Robert lead, Elizabeth barely has to do any work at all. Just let the music wash over her, and the waltz carry them both across the room.]

[She stops dead when she feels Robert kiss her, because that's all her fragile, exhausted heart can take today. Elizabeth squeezes Robert's hand tightly, feels the lump in her throat refuse to go down.]

You've seen everything, Robert. Existed everywhere, learned so much... [She looks up at him, pleading, hoping he has an answer that will help her sleep.] Why do I feel so scared and alone right now? It was just a dream...

[If she says that, maybe it will be true.]