“Always a lawyer.

Always thinking, dissecting, stringing people along until they screw up."

He gave her a slow clap.

“Very good, Emma. You're still the savviest, sexiest attorney in town."

Steven had always said that to her, but if there was something in her head it would know that.

"Okay, confession time. Yes, this is a dream, but I am your husband.

I was just trying to give you a few happy moments and maybe relive some fond memories before getting into your depressing present."

"The real Steven wouldn't fuck with me." Wake up, damn it, why couldn't she wake up?

“Emma, this is your dream and it started with what you really want; me to be back and things to be normal." He gestured around the room.

"You created this."

"I miss my real husband."

“And I appreciate it, but Emma, you need to move on." Steven spoke softly and there was no sense of mocking in his tone.

“You've grieved since I've been gone and that's far too long."

"I moved here to start over. Not working out at the moment." She gave him a dry chuckle.

"You would like it here. You always did believe in ghosts."

"There's no ghosts, Emma, only influences and they can only have an effect if there's something to feed on."

"Nothing I've seen is anything I want."

“Emma, you're lonely." Steven pointed out.

"And it's a flat out sin for a woman as brilliant, beautiful and caring to be alone for this long."

"You'd rather I'd have jumped in with the Landscaper?"

"I'm happy you honored my memory and put our son before your own needs, but you can't ignore them, Emma.”

When she didn't answer right away, he continued.

"You're not just lonely, you're frustrated. You've denied yourself being with a man and its taking its toll. You're a healthy, desirable woman in her prime. That's why since you've been here all you think about is sex."

"I've tried, Steven. I can't be with another man."

“We were together since sophomore year of college, of course its hard for you to be with someone else. That and deep down you still feel like you're betraying me."

"Yes." Maybe this was her dream. A dream where...

“I give you my blessing to move on." He nodded.

“That is why I'm here."

"But I still...I don't know if I can. I could never replace you,

Steven."