Thanks for reviews, I'm putting two chapters up at once, you'll see why when you read the next one. This one's not from the point of view of any of them, its just a little interlude-y thing, focusing on Naboo and Vince in the night.

It was just a dream. He knew that. It must be.

But then, why was he awake?

Was he definitely awake?

Did it matter?

Tara was sat on their bed. So was he, for that matter, although he could've sworn that he'd been lying beneath the covers not five seconds ago. Wait, he still was, wasn't he? Not only could he feel the covers over him, but, looking down, he could see himself still lying there, asleep.

So it must be a dream.

The bed was empty without her. Not completely empty of course, because there he was in it. But who was he? Shaman and ex-kiosk vender. But he didn't want to be defined by his job.

Tara. Tara had defined him. Made him all the great things he could be. And now she was gone.

She blinked at him.

Unable to speak, he simply nodded in reply.

They were communicating without words, simply staring into each others eyes, thoughts flying between them, mutual understanding. It was a dream, this wasn't possible. He could talk to people without speaking, but Tara certainly couldn't. It was a dream.

She smiled at him, and he felt his heart breaking.

He closed his eyes.

Opened them. She was gone. He lay awake, staring at the ceiling.

There was a knock at the door. 'Vince, time to get up.' came Howard's voice.

'In a minute.' muttered Vince. He turned, eyes still closed, and felt something cold next to him. Opening his eyes, he saw Tara's face an inch from his. Cold, dead eyes and pale, decaying skin.

He screamed, and fell backwards out of the bed, scrambling away.

Naboo burst through the door. 'Vince, what's going on?'

Vince's voice shook as he spoke. 'T-Tara, in the bed, she, it was horrible.'

Naboo looked over at the twisted cover. 'There's nothing there Vince, it was a dream. You saw Tara?'

Vince sniffed. 'Yeah.'

'You sure you're not still feeling guilty about what happened?'

Vince shrugged noncommittally.

'Vince, it's important that you know that what happened to Tara, it wasn't your fault. It was the decision of the Fates, there's nothing you or anyone could've done, the Fates are the most powerful beings there are.'

'S'not that I feel guilty about.' he said sadly.

'Then what?'

Vince peered up at him. 'It's you, Naboo.'

Naboo just looked at him, confused. It seemed that his powers of intuition weren't as strong in the middle of the night.

'You loved her, and if I hadn't made them bring her back, you'd never had met her, so it wouldn't have hurt you so much.' Vince knew how much Naboo was hurting because in his eyes, they both loved Tara equally, only in different ways. 'I'm sorry Naboo.'

Naboo sighed. 'Vince, Tara was the best thing that's ever happened to me, if you hadn't have brought her back, that wouldn't have happened. I love Tara. Whether she be alive or not, I wouldn't trade having known her for the world.' He stood up. 'Try and go back to sleep, yeah?'

He shut the door behind him on the way out, and left Vince to get reluctantly back into bed.

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