There's a long silence, broken up only by the sound of the bubbles.

"...I have an easy patch. I can supply you with sweet dreams, and I probably will as part of whatever solution we choose, but this is nothing, a splint for a broken leg you'll still be walking on. You need to have nightmares, Helena. They're part of a healthy dreamscape, and if I try to smother them for too long all I'll have done for you is crack your mind like a stone in a too-tight grip. If you really, truly think they'll just pass, we can try treating the symptoms instead of the cause. I doubt it's going to be that easy."