“Tina,” she smiled throughout the name, “What’s going on?”

“I really don’t know. I was doing my homework and I can’t remember anything after that.” she thought back. “What about you?”

“I was going to sleep. I think… I think I am asleep.”

“Is this a dream cast?” Tina asked still confused as to how she was conversing with Bette on another plane.

“I can’t dream cast you, I hardly know you.” Bette reasoned.

“Well can you wake up so I can wake up.” Tina said still not knowing what was wrong with her.

“I tried, I don’t know how this all happened.”

Tina was looking around at her surroundings and she was unfamiliar with this place. So she reasoned that this must be Bette’s dream. “Where are we?”

Bette finally looked away from Tina long enough to recognize the place she set them up in. “Oh my god.” she gasped as she placed her hand over her mouth. She was struck by what finally registered with her. “I can’t believe it.”

“What?”

“We’re in my old house.” she said while looking up the stairs and seeing out the window her favorite tree. “I haven’t been here since I was 6.” she said walking over and running her hand over the wooden door frame she always leaned against. “This is my old house on Mandana Boulevard. I miss this place.”

“Why are we here?”

“I don’t know it’s… it’s really the only place I can remember being truly happy.” Bette said as she saw the large dining room table where her mother use to sew her Sunday dresses. “We were happy here before all of the arguments.”

Tina saw how Bette’s face changed and she looked so sad to reminisce about the times when things started to go wrong. “What happened?” Tina asked, and as the question hit Bette everything in the house seemed to fade from it’s bright vibrant colors to those of a haunted house.

“I don’t know really. My mother stopped caring about us and my father just lost touch with her. It was like she couldn’t be reached.”

Tina walked over to her and placed a hand on her shoulder and actually felt the tightness in her. Bette felt the warmth in Tina’s touch and knew that she was someone she could tell these uneasy secrets to. Tina saw a little red piano in the corner and smiled, “Is that yours?”