She moved trancelike back into the room.
"You see me now."
"No. I heard you breathe."
"Can you touch me?"
"No."
She heard her own blood in her ears. Her own breath forced itself between her lips. His breathing was gone. It was a dream.
She said, "You're gone."
"Over here on the arm of the couch."
She turned. She fought to silence herself. She heard the soft breathing from the direction of the couch.
"Who are you, Mr. Vassi?"