Back on the beach he had left her a note. At the time it seemed foolish, but he was driven by the thought that she was real, and that she would be there, even if he wasn’t.

For a moment, he stepped out of the idea that he was dreaming, or at least that he was solely in his own sub-conscience.

For a moment, he was open to the idea that he was not the only being drawn to this place, that somewhere in the real world she existed and was coming here nightly as well.

That moment didn’t go unnoticed, nor could he be allowed to finish the note.

“Perform the transfer NOW !”

“We’ve never moved someone from one dream to another, it could be dangerous.”

“He mustn’t attempt communication with her, do it!”

He disappeared from the beach, and then she appeared.

As she sat wondering where he was, they observed.

“Something is different with them, they must not be put together again.”

She noticed the note, confusing to them, but to her the message was clear, even though he hadn’t finished.

“Find Me 21355534”