In sleep, the thought occurs to Prince that Clover could easily be a part of his life. It's profound, strong, and it's enough to wake him from dreams.

Rose is snoring, his arm slung around Felix's waist. They're both out, so deeply unconscious that Prince thinks nothing will rouse them. On the other side of the country, Clover watches as Lisette brews her coffee in her incredible kitchen.

He's still groggy, his body and mind sluggish, but he's content to watch, to wonder. Maybe Prince should introduce Clover to his friends. it shouldn't be too hard to arrange a meeting; he has some money in Clover's sock drawer, from odd jobs and the occasional allowance from Martha. Mentally, he counts the sum, then grimaces.

It isn't enough.

Prince gets allowance from his own mother, Joanna, every week, but he tends to spend it as soon as it's in his hands. If he keeps it, maybe mails it to Clover, she'll be able to buy a bus ticket. Even a plane ticket. Clover can meet Rosario, Felix, Jax, Joanna...

Prince has never breathed a word about Clover until today. No one here thinks Prince is crazy, no one thinks he's schizophrenic. He has a clean slate, a way for Clover to start over, too, be in a place no one knows her, where she can live a normal life.

Prince slowly raises a hand to his heart.

Clover does, too.

They're beating in sync, strong and steady beneath their fingertips.

He'll plan for that, then, he thinks, and rolls over to go back to sleep. Clover will escape her small apartment, the mistrust of her mother, the dissections by Doctor Horadi's hands, the relentless bullying. It will take time to save enough for a ticket, maybe even years. Perhaps Clover will look for a job tomorrow. Maybe, just maybe, they can afford tickets for two.

Maybe then, Prince will get to see Lisette.