... This isn't right. He's looking at her as if he's never seen her before, and speaking as if he's only a bit more familiar with the words he's speaking.

Daniel? she says again, more slowly this time. It's Daine. He hasn't seen these exact shapes before, she supposes, but who else could she be? She looks around a bit helplessly, as if their surroundings might carry some sort of explanation, but there's nothing but pleasant - if formal - gardens. Nothing grand as this in Manhattan, or nothing this big, anyway. When she was on the wing, she didn't see any end to the place.

Is he confused because they're dreaming?

Daine considers him for a moment, then lapses back into her two-legger shape. "It's me," she says. Surely he'll recognize her now.