The sun was slipping lower and lower. Re-l couldn't claim much - or any - experience in estimating time, but it was definitely getting late. She moved into a more upright position and packed away the rest of her food.

"I don't expect to find anyone," she said, her voice cold. It was something of a sore point. "Expecting is not usually helpful. Although I don't agree that it would confirm the dreams. If their dreams were different, wouldn't it confirm this world instead?"

She was tighening the straps on her bag as Mal spoke, and when the laugh came her hands stopped for a moment, gripping the rough fabric tightly. Then they moved again, and Re-l moved with them, standing up. She stood over Mal - Milena - and looked down at her, watching the dark-haired woman pop the coffee beans into her mouth.

"Of course," she said, with no emotion at all in her voice. "The life they offer us is so very appealing." She swung the bag on her back. "It's probably unwise for us to spend too much time with any one person, just in case they are tracking us. And I wouldn't want to get you involved. I'll leave first."

She turned away and began to walk across the desert, her face perfectly blank, her eyes on the distant horizon.