"I died last night."

"Did you?"

"Well, not literally."

"If you're not dead, you have no right to say you died."

"Now, if I was dead, would I even be able to tell you I was?"

"Well, no."

"Anyway, what I MEANT to say was that I had a dream that I died last night."

"What's the point of telling me this?"

"Well, they say that when you die in a dream you die in real life."

"That's all bull."

"I guess so."

"So, what happened instead?"

"I, just woke up."

"So, I guess it was just the dream that died?"

"You could say that."

"Don't think too much about it."

"Isn't it important though? I mean, I want to kiss you. To dream death?"

"Wait, what did you just say?"

"It's important?"

"After that."

"Dreaming your own death?"

"The kissing part!"

"Well, I was just staring at your boobs. Lost focus."

"No, focus there so they stare back."

"Uh, what?"

"Sorry, lost focus myself."

"I don't think I'm apt for that sort of stuff anyway."

"Well, those…how many times were you shot?"

"I try not to keep track of that Virginia."

"So, he lives?" Gallows wondered.

"Looks like it." Clive concluded.

"Well, what now?" Gallows wondered.

Clive stood. ARM on his shoulder. "I don't know about you, but it's little Kaitlyn's birthday today, so I should get back there ASAP."

"Birthday, eh?"

"Yeah, and, the wife's younger sister is there too."

"Hmm, y'know what, y'mind if I come along?"

"I was thinking you would." Clive grinned and the two headed for the train station.