You and Erik, your loving boyfriend of 3 months, were on a picnic in the dreamery. “I made this place myself. It was so dark and dull until I planted some trees in here,” he says, smiling at you. “We’ll stay here.” He stabs the bottom of his cane into the ground and then lays down a blanket, sitting down and getting some stuff out. “Could you sing for me?” he asks, his voice soft.