[Elizabeth is startled the moment she feels Rosalind's hands on her shoulders. It's strange, to Elizabeth, to see Rosalind touching her without really being prompted. Not that it feels like a comforting gesture--perhaps Elizabeth really had swayed and she didn't even notice. But the tone of Rosalind's voice suggests there was validity to what Elizabeth had revealed. The last time she had been afraid and miserable, Rosalind had reminded Elizabeth that whatever had happened to Booker had been his own choice no doubt. This... this was a dream, though. Even if Elizabeth couldn't pinpoint what her subconscious was trying to say, it had been a dream and nothing else.]

[Except Rosalind's reaction seems to suggest that it wasn't just a dream.]

[Elizabeth follows her instructions, breathing slowly as she tried to push the images back again. But they were still there, vivid and bright.]

These dreams I've been having, they aren't just nightmares, are they? [She looks up at Rosalind, eyes searching the other woman's face for a twitch or a tell.] You've seen these things happen to me. You're not brushing this off and telling me it was only a dream because it wasn't just a dream.