It was easier to deal with the Gov, who represented God only knows what in this dream. So she turned towards him, ignoring her mum when what she really wanted to do was throw her arms around her and be held, and told that everything was going to be alright. But this, despite what dream mum said, couldn't be real. And having even a moment of her mum would make waking up that much harder.

"My mum was there for me every single day until my twelfth birthday. I know it wasn't her choice to die, but she did. And maybe I haven't dealt with that completely, as evidenced by the fact that I'd imagine a mum that wants you of all people to be here, rather then be alone with me. And call me tart again and I'll kick your arse."