You stared at each other intently and tensely for several long seconds, until the silence was broken by a quiet female voice. — You look tired. Maybe you had a bad dream. — Horrible? Blinking several times, the man parted his clammy lips and finally replied in a squeak: — I dreamt of you. Time seemed to stop, his feelings and emotions frozen, there was no regret, no sadness, no anger-just a nagging pain in his heart, as if a stone had been placed on his chest.