Sabrina just nods, still not trusting herself to do much more than let the tears leak from under her closed eyelids. This one hurts all the more for knowing how utterly rare and unique the connection was among worlds; it hurts all the worse to know the feeling and push away the possibility she could be feeling it again with the loss of Rosie someday, or that she might leave Rosie to it.

By this time, Salem has started to insinuate himself under the covers, bullying his way to sprawl on top of them with a bit of upset chatter.

"Do you think we just go back to where we came from?" she whispers. "Do you think we remember?"