Her brother shakes her awake. He mumbles something about a dream, and she remembers the fairway. **This is a night for dreaming.** She arranges cookies carefully on a plate while he slops milk into two glasses. **They're not on par with Dad's, but they'll do.** He tells her that he dreamed about playing volleyball with Dad. She tries to tell herself that it's just coincidence that both of them dreamt about their dead father on the same night, but she remains unconvinced.
Their mother appears in the doorway and interrupts their conversation. **I wonder if she did too?** A church bell somewhere begins the gentle, dull bonging of the witching hour. She follows Chris's gaze and sees a ghostly accumulation of moonlight near the window. **I can almost make out--Daddy! I love you, I miss--