Why was it better than napping? She was tired and the danger was passed. River was with him... he'd be fine. Then slapped. Then fine again.

"Do you even still have those ponchos?" she asked, because somehow knowing was important. HAd the ponchos ever really existed? She was pretty sure her fingers existed, they were starting to hurt so much that they couldn't possibly be imagined. "This one is the real one, right? For sure this time?" Except... except it couldn't be. There was a reason it couldn't be, but it was hard to think for some reason. But she needed to. There was something wrong. Something important. Something.... missing...