Louis opened his eyes in the middle of the night to a blinding light that shined on him as he lay in bed. He squinted to make out the figure that was emerging from the light. It was Tawny, dressed in an immaculate white robe with a pair of wings protruding from her shoulders. She smiled at him as she knelt down at his bedside and took both his hands in hers. He smiled back. He couldn't tell if it was just a dream or reality. It didn't matter. He knew that this was what she was to him in reality. And if it was just a dream, it was one that finally did justice to reality, one that he could finally live in.
Tawny was looking intently into Louis's eyes. He could feel something flow from her hands into his, that magical thing that dreams must be made of, yet something that he had felt so many times in reality. All of a sudden, he found himself on his feet, the immaculate white robe and the wings matching hers. Tawny just smiled at him, the angelic smile that he knew so well and loved so much from real life. Before he knew it, the two of them were flying, away from the confines of their room and into the unknown, their hands held. They flew past a dizzying array of indiscernible images as they traveled through an unknown dimension, Tawny's firm grip guiding them onward.
They finally stopped as they arrived at a scene from a distant past. It was the moment their eyes met for the first time, the first day of junior high. Louis and Tawny watched the scene with a bird's eye view as it unfolded, the little boy smiling radiantly up at the little girl as his eyes met hers. Louis just stared at the scene in reflection, trying to fathom the feelings that it unleashed. Tawny gave him a meaningful smile and beckoned him toward their next stop. One flashback followed another as the two of them revisited the moments of undiluted sincerity and unimpeded joy from childhood. Louis smiled as he saw his younger self tell hers how he messed everything up, how she had the two most beautiful eyebrows he had ever seen, how he wished her good luck over at SACCY, how he loved her so much. He normally would have burst in tears at the sight of all these moments at once, but this time, he didn't feel the urge to cry. All he felt was strength, the strength flowing continuously from Tawny's hand into his. And in it he found joy, boundless joy. His eyes met hers once more. The two of them looked deeply into each other's eyes as if they were searching for stars in a night sky, an infinite night sky that extended to the unknown depths of the galaxy, transcending reality as they knew it.
And as he looked into her eyes, he eventually found in them the sight of Tawny lying in front of him, opening her eyes. He realized that he had just opened his eyes in the middle of the night, that they were back in the reality of their bedroom. They exchanged a meaningful look, understanding where they had just been and what they had just experienced. They glanced down at their tightly interlocking hands and back up into each other's eyes, looking deeply into them, beginning to see in them the stars in an infinite night sky.