"Well. You're pretty tiny. I can totally carry you."

"I'm not tiny!"

"Petite?"

"You. Are a pest. And not funny."

Jenn grins, and laughs quietly. "You should write down your dream before you forget."

"...Right. Thanks."

And she'll start doing that.

(...She can't remember what happened the first time around. In the airplane. She writes that, too.)

Jenn stays nearby, going back to tinkering instead.

"Any progress on the time machine?"

"...I mean. Provided that I'm not just fumbling blindly, quite a bit. You were asleep for a while."

"Huh. I remember being surprised how long the dream lasted..."

She goes quiet, then, "The dreams are overwriting my memories. I. Think writing down everything I can remember about my life might not be a bad idea?"

"Yeah. That- that definitely seems wise."

"Have you been having them? The - weird dreams?"

Jenn shakes her head. "Not...really? There was...the one. Of me talking to my Dad the last time...but. Not like what you're talking about."

The thought 'maybe it didn't find enough broken places' wiggles uncomfortably into Bina's head.

Instead she says, "Maybe it's just - I saw it, got stabbed, all that?"

"Maybe," Jenn sounds upset about that for some reason.

She goes quiet, then: "In one of my dreams. I remember thinking. It's in all the broken places."

"All my places."

"I think dream me knows weird things."

"-Is it trying to communicate something?" That doesn't sound like it's reassuring Jenn any.

"I don't know! It's - it doesn't make sense, and I haven't had time to just. Sit and think?"

"Well. Hopefully we'll be able to...stop. For a little. In the Moment."

"'swhat I'm hoping too, yeah."

Jenn moves over to sit next to Bina again, nudging their shoulders together. "We've got this."

"Thanks."

"Any time," Jenn assures her.

"I'm lucky I met you."

Elizabeth chooses that moment to come down the stairs. "Hey, not to interrupt, but we may have a problem - the naughts found us again. There's a lot."