I'm good for the moment. There is one last thing, though...

[She's tucking the flower you just gave her (hee) behind her ear, and then lifting her hand towards the empty air. A paper falls into it, which she promptly hands over.

Have a dream rendition of something Michael drew: you and him, walking through a sunlit forest. It's an excellent drawing, not something that looks like it was drawn by a child at all. It also has a note: "I hope everything is okay down there. See you soon? P.S. I have a cell phone now. Here's my number."]

I can hand the real drawing over to you when you get back to Falner.

[Now she's going to watch your reaction. ♥]