In nightmares he is whole again. He walks freely as he does in dreams, did once upon a time within reality.

Time and truth he used as weapons now are turned against him in the night.

She performs just for him within the stagelights and dances just for him at night within his dreams. Her steps and twirls are magic potions of survival. If she refused, her life would be as lost as his.

Knife lies upon their bed, dreaming them in happy days where he can see her dancing in the sunlight.