Again this ship. And again she is too late.
-Michael? Oh no, Michael.
He is dead, but Selene can't believe. He can't die, I must save him.
-Michael?
She opened her eyes. It's a small, dark room in the cheap hotel. And she isn't alone here.
-Hey, what's happens? – Michael asked and put his arms round her.
It's not surprise for him, that Selene can get some bad dreams.
-What do you mean?
-You cried, Selene.
-It's just a bad dream, do not worry, - she lay back.
-Do you want to tell me? – He lay near her body.
-No. For that?
-I don't know. May be I'll can help you?
-It's just a dream, Michael. I'm fine. You are too. It's important.
-So, I was in your dream, - Michael told. - "You are too".
-I was in this fucking ship again, - she told and put her arms round him.
-Oh, - he didn't need more. He understood.
-Yes.
-So, am I important for you so much? – he asked, pressing Selene to his breast.
-Yes, you are.