She found him sitting on the edge of the cliff, bare feet dangling over the edge, looking into the wispy clouds below. She sat beside him, her shod feet kicking slowly beside his, glancing back at the rocky trail.

Before she could say anything, he asked tonelessly, "Can you feel it?"

She looked around. "Feel what?"

"The dream is ending. They woke up. Any minute they'll forget us and..." He shrugged. She followed his tired gaze into one of the clouds. Inside, she saw a luxurious restaurant in gold and velvet, watching as the gold tarnished, the cloth dried into tatters, and the lights burned out. The cloud evaporated. "We can't have long," he said.

She watched another cloud evaporate, this one a dancing class for skeletons, and felt the cliff tremble beneath her. The tik-tak-tik of freed pebbles echoed up to her. Toe to heel, she loosened her shoes and kicked them free, watching them fall. When they disappeared into the cloudbank, she pushed to her feet. He looked up at her. "You can't run from it, you know."

"Who's running?" With a smile, she dove. Behind and above her, he gaped as the cliff gave way beneath him.