"Hi," Emma said as she got shifted her weight in an attempt to get comfortable. She was resting on the same rock that had bared her weight so many times before. This was her place to think. And resting here, her though processes had been so clear so many times before, so why was it not so, now? It was the headstone. A simple indentation upon a rock that had been there for hundred's of centuries, why was a simple chip and a few scrapes so important? Because it was her name. It, Was, Her. She tried not to pay much attention to monument to her right. They had placed it here on purpose. They had known that this was her place.

Adam's name was there too. They had believed she was dead so easily. They hadn't questioned. They had received him so easily. Adam was back though, and his name was still there, and they had accepted him, so why hadn't they at least thought about her? He was "dead," yet they trusted onto him? No one questioned her. She would have known if they had.

"I know you..." It was a simple statement, but to both of them it was meant more like a question than anything else. She should have been startled by the girl's sudden appearance. But Emma had been expecting her all along. After all, it had been Emma that had invited her to this place.

"I hope you would." She paused for dramatic effect. God, Emma always loved dramatic effect. "But I'm no longer naïve enough to get my hopes up."

The raven haired girl didn't reply. Emma enjoyed the girl's silence. It gave her power.

"You have my life." Emma stated. She could feel the girls nervousness. She didn't even have to look back to see that the girl couldn't even look at her. Lexa's eyes instead rested on the horizon, closely studying the sea in front of her.

"Emma?" Lexa asked, even though she already knew the answer.

It was Emma's turn to say nothing.

"They loved you, you know?"

"Of course." She said more to comfort the girl than herself.

"I never knew you?"

"So?"

"Then why are you here?"

"Hmmm?"

"If this is my dream? And you're dead? Than how are you here?" Lexa asked while turning her eyes to rest on the girls back. Lexa didn't have to be psionic to know why the girl wasn't looking at her.

"You're here because of me." Emma said, glancing over her shoulder at the now shy and humbled girl.

"How?"

Emma didn't reply.

"Are you dead?" Lexa asked quickly. She didn't necessarily know where the question was coming from, but it was obvious that with her limited knowledge of the girl known as Emma she didn't know enough to bring this apparition to life. Whether this was real or unreal, she was damn sure she couldn't accredit it to her limited imagination.

"No." Emma didn't know why she was telling this stranger the truth. Every inch of her body was telling her not to trust this woman, but she couldn't help it. They knew her. And they trusted her. So why shouldn't she? Dumb, Emma, Dumb. But the statement was already gone. And now the "enemy" was on to the truth.

But why should she call this girl the "enemy." There was absolutely no trace of animosity coming from this girl. True, Emma tried to hide her slight distaste of the girl from playing across her face as she would glace behind her, but the girl had no inhibitions about her. Emma smiled to herself as she realized exactly how soon that was going to change.

"Where are we?" Lexa risked voicing a little louder. "Is this real?"

"We?" Emma asked back, never quite expecting an answer. "Oh, girlie, we are definitely not here. Not at this moment at least." Emma tried to hold back the smile. It wasn't a smile of happiness, or the smile of awkwardness that Emma seemed to have a patent on. It was a smile to hide the anger that coiled like a snake inside the confinement of her ribs. This time the pressure was coming from inside. "I'm somewhere. And well, you? You're in my bed. Still." Emma let the last syllable drop like a stone.

Lexa could hear the added pressure that the girl had placed on every word that she so carefully chose. But this was unmarked territory. The blonde girl was upset with her confusion and her total lack of clarity on the subject, but she didn't know anything. More importantly she didn't even know how to go about achieving the knowledge that she so apparently needed. Everything she had heard about Emma Delauro said that the girl was sweet and understanding. Everyone loved Emma Delauro. And it was this fact that helped Lexa believe that she could risk venturing another question.

"Are you real?" She asked. And she immediately wished that she hadn't.

Within seconds a thick layer of dense fog seemed to fall on the conversation. The view in front of her was as clear as day, but Lexa suddenly found it hard to draw breath. Her mind raced through possible scenarios. Would someone be a fixating them with a drug? Some sort of gas? What in the world could have this control over her? And what did they want?

Emma rolled off of the rock, and gracefully stretched to her full height. She suddenly realized that the girl wasn't as short as she originally though she was. This could impair the intimidation just a bit. But Emma knew even though she had always maintained the "girl-next-door" image that she could hold her own when it came to standing tall and fluffing one's tail feathers. And the girl did back down.

"You bet your ass I'm real, honey." Emma stretched even more as she reached the location of the girl. She must of grew an inch, well she controlled the dream, so at least she made sure it seemed like she did. She now felt the girls anxiety, and she felt relieved that she came out the victor.

Lexa ventured another question, this time with a chocolate coating with little sprinkles places strategically on top. "I mean," she tried to keep her voice from shaking, "you're alive?" she choked out.

"Yes." Emma answered as her eyebrow twitched for emphasis.

Lexa now felt a slow decrease of pressure upon her chest. "So, where are you? Like, right now?"

"Me?" Emma chucked, as she let the sides of her lips curve up for the first real time in weeks. She thought for a second. But the answer was simple. "I'm bathing."

Emma was mystified about how easy the rest of the story flew from her lips. The girl had sat down next to her and seemed interested in the rest of her story. Adam had always listened to her. But no one had ever seemed as truly interested as this new girl. Whoever she was? This Lexa Pierce?