“The first thing I remember now is waking up to you and Nynaeve,” Birgitte said softly. “I can remember our conversations about being in the World of Dreams, but I cannot remember the place itself. It’s all slipped away from me, like water between my fingers.” “Oh, Birgitte…” The woman shrugged. “I can’t miss what I don’t remember.” The pain in her voice belied the words.
