“These are not nightmares,” I said. “It’s real.” “What is real?” “The place.” “The rock island?” “Yes.” “You’re serious.” “Yes,” I repeated. “I’m not saying I can sail off and find it, Renee, I’m just saying that it’s more real than a dream. It’s something in between, maybe. But I could stay there. Your sister is keeping me from doing it, I think, but I could stay there.”
