Sometimes all you have are your dreams, and for fifteen years, they were all Logan knew. He sleepwalked through his days, counting the hours before he would return to the familiar. He didn't know anything else and didn't know there could be something else.

It took a girl with no dreams to show him. The thing in him that dreamt woke, and it found it liked reality.

He didn't know what to do when she began to dream: of friends, of family, of a future. He didn't want to lose her though, so he began to dream too--her dreams.