[The light touch sends a flutter of warm and serenity through Justine's slender frame. Even in a dream, it's nice to be reminded that she's here and not a ghost walking along a hall of mirrors.]

It's alright. Anyone would be curious.

Though... [Justine's dark eyes soften, almost pleading.] I hope you don't mind if I leave it at that. Not all of it is my story to tell.