DR. MATHIASON: I think it's because... I've just been so tired... I just shut down at night.

Dr. Mathiason gazes off into the trees. The girl watches him.

DR. MATHIASON: I'm sort of realizing just how hard my job is.

GIRL: What do you do?

DR. MATHIASON: I'm a... psychologist of sorts. I inspect people's minds.

GIRL: That sounds like a noble pursuit.

DR. MATHIASON: Recently I've been wondering just how noble it is...

GIRL: Well, I bet you do great work. In fact, maybe you don't dream because you have already found your calling.

Dr. Mathiason squirms uncomfortably.

GIRL: Maybe you're in a place where you can do some real good.

DR. MATHIASON: Perhaps.

The girl smiles. The most pure smile he could remember.

Before he could stop himself, Dr. Mathiason extends his hand.

DR. MATHIASON: My name is Dr. Mathiason, by please call me Eric.

The girl looks at his hand and her brow furrows. 

DR. MATHIASON: Um... Is there a problem?

GIRL: I... I don't think I have a name...

A bit drops in the doctor's stomach.

DR. Oh! Err... Well technically you have the designation 7AR4006.218...

He trails off to the lost look on her face. He coughs.

DR. MATHIASON: Um... What about "Zara"?

ZARA: Zara...?

DR. MATHIASON: —the letters kind of look like 7AR4—

ZARA: I like it!

Zara extends her hand in mimic of the Doctor. The pure smile had returned.

ZARA: It's very nice to meet you, Dr. Mathiason.

Dr. Mathiason smiles back. They clasp hands.

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Dr. Mathiason stands.

ZARA: Will I see you again?

DR. MATHIASON: I'm not sure... But I have a feeling you will be waking up soon.

The wind rustles the cherry trees, the sun setting on the dream they shared.