She had given up dreams with the arrival of her mutation. All the things she wanted to do, the places she wanted to see, the love she wanted to have were put aside. She had never felt it was safe to pull them down again.

Until now.

Dreams of traveling, seeing places completely unlike her Mississippi home. Dreams of a home of her own to come back to, one she’d planned and made for herself. Dreams of a lover to share it with. Dreams of children laughing on a swing in the back yard.

She could dream again.

With Remy.