"You can monitor our dreams?" Sara replied, feeling rather invaded. Gideon proceeded to elaborate on Sara's most recent dream before Sara shut her up. She hadn't just meant that question for Gideon, but for Rip Hunter as well. He stood behind her, seemingly unfazed by her new knowledge of the dream monitor or the story of Sara's slightly explicit dream. It's possible that meant Rip had no malicious intent for the dream monitor and wasn't attempting to keep it a secret on purpose. Or that he wasn't about to judge Sara for having a sexual dream about the woman she'd kissed in 1958.

But Rip was very difficult to read sometimes; hard to trust as well. Sara began to worry that Rip had been invading she privacy with the dream monitor since her arrival. His nonchalance about the revelation of Sara's dream might mean he'd already known about it. What's worse is she'd dreamt about Captain Hunter once before. What if he'd seen it? Sara wasn't sure if she ought to confront him on the matter. They had far bigger things to worry about. She cleared the thought from her mind, figuring Rip was more than likely far too preoccupied with Savage to be poking that hooked nose of his into her late night sexual fantasies. But it still irked Sara to the point that she found herself unable to sleep.

"Gideon" Sara whispered from her sleeping quarters on the ship. "Do you keep a record of people's dreams?"

"The dream monitor store dreams for 3 days before they are deleted from my files." Gideon replied.

So Sara's romp with the nurse was gone from Gideon's memory by now. "Can you show live feeds of people's dreams as they sleep?" Sara asked. Gideon gave a simple yes.

Sara bit her lip for a moment before asking another question. "Who's sleeping now?"

"All passengers onboard are currently asleep." Gideon paused for a moment, sensing Sara's questions were about the dream monitor. "But not all passengers are dreaming."

Sara was too caught up in her curiosity to realize the hypocrisy of her prying. She continued with her questions. "Who's dreaming now?"

"Dr. Palmer, Ms. Saunders and Captain Hunter." Gideon replied.

"Palmer is more than likely dreaming about Kendra while Kendra is more than likely dreaming about Carter, the poor things." Sara chuckles a bit to herself. "I wonder what Rip's dreaming about." Suddenly a projection of a life feed dream appeared by the bed. Sara quickly sat up. She was about to tell Gideon that she hadn't meant that as a command but she was too curious to get rid of the feed without taking a look first.

It was a foggy image of a woman and child at the beach running around and playing. The woman waved to Sara, or to Rip's POV from the perspective of the dream. The woman and son were closer now and clearer. Sara recognized they were Rip's wife and son. Rip was just dreaming about an outing at the beach with his family. Perhaps a fabricated image or a dream of a real memory.

Sara asked Gideon to turn off the monitor, figuring Captain Hunter deserved to dream of his family in peace without her intrusion. Lying down in the dark with no sound but the hum of the Waverider, Sara finally fell asleep. The next morning she ran into Rip alone in the main console room.

"Sleep well?" The captain asked.

Sara stopped for a moment before giving a tentative yes. She noticed Rip fiddling with something in his pocket. He turned his back to Sara and took a small locket out of his pocket. He walked into his office and set it on the desk. Sara had seen the locket before, it had a picture of his wife and son inside.

She walked into Rip's office as he took a seat. "Something on your mind, Rip?"

"I'm perfectly alright, Ms. Lance. Thank you." He gave a quick half smile. Rip cleared his throat and grew serious again. "We've got a great deal of work ahead of us."

Sara stuck to her mission and fought without a fault. But a nagging feeling was certainly growing and she couldn't ignore it. It was true that Rip and Sara had their disagreements, but Rip had shown himself to be very understanding towards Sara's condition.

"This isn't a judgment, Sara. It's concern." Rip's eyes grew soft and despondent at the tragic realization that Sara hated a part of herself.

"All I see is someone tortured by an appetite they cannot control." Rip had said with his hand around her waist, avoiding eye contact. They had been on the lookout for Savage's goons but maybe his inability to look her in the eye was something more than that.

Searching for the words to free Sara from the lair of The League of Assassins, Rip began in a diplomatically stoic fashion, "It would be remiss of me if I didn't use this opportunity to reiterate that Sara..." He paused for a moment, voice shaking suddenly. "Sara is very important to me." He turned his eyes away from her as he said those last words, like it almost hurt him to say them aloud.

Was she important to him for her skills as a fighter or something more? They had grown into an odd set of friends since they began their hunt for Savage together. Again, she feared confronting him about it. Rip's entire mission was set into motion by the death of his wife and son. Assuming everything went as planned, he would be reunited with them soon enough. Acknowledging a possible infatuation between them would only complicate things. Rip was pulling all of time and space apart to see his wife again, Sara couldn't compete with such an ardent love. Miranda was obviously Rip's soulmate. But Sara recalled the talk she'd had with Kendra. If Carter was her soulmate, how could she love Ray? Maybe sometimes, the universe allows one to find a soulmate in more than one person.

After another long day, the team had all gone to bed. Save for Captain Hunter, he sat at a desk in his sleeping quarters with a bottle of bourbon. "Gideon, show me Sara's dream."