When he did speak it was slowly, tentatively, as if he wasn’t sure if he was supposed to be asking in the first place.  "I don’t know how much you remember, but your mind took me to a coastline.  It was rocky and had cliffs.  There was a cottage set back from the edge.  It was, well, serene."  He paused picking over his words.  She knew what came next anyway.  "You were crumpled on the ground in the grass, and I couldn’t do anything but watch as you suffered."