[In truth, he doesn't entirely follow the direction of her thoughts. All this talk of arriving, of dreams within dreams, little hints that there is more to this than a nocturnal fantasy; it leaves him with questions. Questions he both does and does not want the answers to, but bigger to him than his own wants is the concern of becoming an annoyance. Peppering her with questions she may find tedious to answer, or may not want to explain--

--so they remain locked up tight within himself, and instead he only nods. Slow and sure, as though he knows precisely what she's getting at.]

I've never really been one to buy into all that. Man of science, me. I like facts, you know, certainties, things one can dissect and hold in one's hand. But um...I'd be a fool to say such things are impossible, after everything I've seen. So who knows?

[He smiles, shrugs. The movement causing a little hitch in his rowing, oar temporarily losing time with hers.]

Perhaps it really is all just a dream within a dream. Who can say?