The air clangs against the thin walled house. Claire wonders what her son dreams about. The trees are tender and brown. Every night his life is reseamed by dreams he won't remember. Claire watches Daryl while he sleeps and tries to remember for him--tries to enchant her memory so it can become something that will heal him. Claire hasn't remembered a single dream she's had since she was seven. Daryl breathes in and out in soft puffs. Looking at the delicate bones of his face she feel like thin walls separate dreams from the world.