He took one of the cigarettes and she lighted it for him and put the lighter back into her pocket.
"It's real nice here," she said. "Isn't it?"
"I guess it's about perfect."
"It'll be easy. Staying here, I mean. We won't be going to Earth ever again, you know."
"I didn't know that, but I didn't think we ever would again."
"We wouldn't want to anyway, would we, Bruce?"
"No."
He kept on looking at the place where the mountain had been. Or maybe it still was; he couldn't make up his mind yet. Which was and which was not? That barren icy world without life, or this?
"'Is all that we see or seem,'" he whispered, half to himself, "'but a dream within a dream?'"
She laughed softly. "Poe was ahead of his time," she said. "You still don't get it, do you? You don't know what's been happening?"