She listens to the slow steady thump of his heart, her head resting on his chest. She knows it's only a dream; dead men don't have heart beats, but the sound is like the sweetest lullaby she could ever imagine.

The room around them fades into darkness, and then they're in another room, a blue room with toys on the floor, and she hears his heart speed up. She sits up, realizing they're in a single bed now. She hears footsteps approaching and Henry mutters, "Oh fuck."

"Henry?"

"Shhh. This is the house I grew up in."

She hears the footsteps stop right outside the door and then a woman's voice. "Henry, is there someone in there with you?"

Everything fades again and then she's standing alone, fully dressed now, watching a young boy standing in front of the door of a house. There are no walls, so she can see a woman angrily vacuuming inside, slamming the vacuum against what would be walls if it weren't nothingness. The boy takes a deep breath, opens the door, and dashes through the house into a space in back. He mimes closing a door, a look of relief on his face. The woman turns off the roaring vacuum and strides to the door and mimes opening it. She stands there, towering over the boy, her shadow casting darkness on him, just glaring at him. Suzy can feel her own heartbeat start to race- this woman- Henry's mother?- is so angry and the boy is so small. She says, "Henry, you're such a disappointment. I just don't know what do with you."

Suzy breathes a sigh of relief, it's just a tongue lashing. The boy looks up at the woman, stone faced. "What atrocity am I responsible for today?" The woman clenches her fists, clearly trying to hold in her anger.

Suzy realizes she needs to get him out of there before he says anything else to make the woman even angrier. She calls, "Henry, take control!"

Then they're back in their bed, naked again, her head on his chest hearing the rapid beat of his heart. He clutches her, cuddling her, and says, "Thanks."

"What happened there?"

"You have ears. My mum sometimes was disappointed in me."

"No, I mean why did we go to your house?"

"Darling, I have no fucking clue. It's the last place I want to visit."

She nuzzles his neck and presses her lips to his ear. "I much prefer you here with me."

There's steps outside then and a soft tap at the door. Henry hisses, "Ignore it!"

She strokes his face, whispering, "It's probably Verity. We should get dressed." She leans over the bed, retrieves his pants and undies, and tosses them to him. She calls, "Wait a minute" as she fishes out her red nightgown from the sheets. She shrugs it on and sees Henry's zipping up so she answers the door.

His mother smiles at her and walks unsteadily in to sit at the bench by the vanity. "I wanted to see you one last time, Henry, but you wouldn't come home as hard as I tried to invite you. You know I hate traveling."

Suzy asks, "Do you two need to talk by yourselves?"

Both chorus, "No!"

Suzy sits on the edge of the bed while Henry stands, hands in pockets, nodding. "Well good for you that you traveled all this way."

"Henry, I don't think I did wrong by you, but this business of drunkenly drowning eats away at me. You can swim!"

He answers with a sliver of anger in his voice. "You're asking if it was suicide? I wasn't just drunk; I was ossified, barely able to walk, let alone swim. Anyhow, my death was my own, you had nothing to do with it."

Suzy feels relief to hear it wasn't suicide- she always thought it was somewhere in the back of her mind. Of course, he probably wouldn't tell his mother if it really was suicide.

His mother smiles at him. "Ta for the silk roses. It meant a lot to me."

"Suz's idea."

"I know, but you could've just said 'You're welcome.' I've come to tell you I want to do something for you."

Henry grins then. "Don't break any china for me."

Mrs. McKenzie tells him, "No, no china. You'll know. It won't last long but it was the best I could do. I'm reliving your teen years in exchange, a bit of hell."

Henry goes to her and puts his hand on her shoulder. "Teens are always shit-heads towards their parents. Sorry."

"I wasn't toward my parents. Anyhow, take care of him Suzy. He's utterly impossible but he's still my son." She walks out, leaving Henry looking after her, bemused.

Suzy puts her arm around him and leans her head on his shoulder. He says, "Sometimes she disappointed me, but she was alright really."