She does not know if she is awake or not, Ariadne hasn't seen a dream in ages. She is blinking slowly, and that is unnerving, and it seems to her that the walls are coming down, that the ceiling is coming down. She thinks of home, she thinks of her lost love, and she supposes that the bells are pealing, that the courtyard is full of love, that now is the time for her to board the train that is her destiny, and go back to bed.