[She follows his arm up to the Lighthouse, and it does jump to her memory - the Lighthouse doesn't belong in the same world as her parents, so yes. It must be a dream, but at least it isn't a nightmare. That makes her glad, at least.
She looks back to Eleven and nods.] No - I'll wake up. I just - let me say goodbye to them. I haven't had a quiet dream in a while.
[She gives him a sad little smile, and before he can agree, she turns to walk towards her parents. The beach stretches, and stretches in front of her, making them unreachable. Her breath quickens, and in the rising panic, she starts to run, opening her mouth to shout for them to turn. The beach snaps back to its normal size, and her outstretched hand nearly brushes the jumper her father is wearing and -
[Eleven nods even as she turns away, then fidgets with repeated glances back to the lighthouse as though it might suddenly move. More heart-wrenching is seeing Hermione run for her parents as the dream stretches cruelly before her. He starts forward a step himself, knowing she likely won't reach them. The guilt claws at him]
I'm s-
[But he wakes with a gasp, eyes snapping open to a familiar ceiling and creeping touch of real cold. Eleven lingers on the dreams, sorting through meaning, then remembering what he needs to do, resolves to properly thank and apologize to Hermione later as he moves to check on the others]
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She looks back to Eleven and nods.] No - I'll wake up. I just - let me say goodbye to them. I haven't had a quiet dream in a while.
[She gives him a sad little smile, and before he can agree, she turns to walk towards her parents. The beach stretches, and stretches in front of her, making them unreachable. Her breath quickens, and in the rising panic, she starts to run, opening her mouth to shout for them to turn. The beach snaps back to its normal size, and her outstretched hand nearly brushes the jumper her father is wearing and -
she wakes.]
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I'm s-
[But he wakes with a gasp, eyes snapping open to a familiar ceiling and creeping touch of real cold. Eleven lingers on the dreams, sorting through meaning, then remembering what he needs to do, resolves to properly thank and apologize to Hermione later as he moves to check on the others]