He touches my face. There is something different in his touch. It feels like he's saying good-bye, and i know a moment of panic. But my dream sky darkens and sleeps moon fills the horizon. "Don't leave me," I thrash in the sheets. "I'm not, Mac." I know I am dreaming then, because dreams are home to the absurd and what he says next is beyond absurd. "You're leaving me, Rainbow Girl."