He paused the examination of her mind to discuss what happened in his absence. To his disappointment, there wasn't much to tell. Hermione admitted that she'd had some dreams that didn't make much sense, but she was unable to remember the details. Mostly they felt like disjointed images assaulting her as she slept. Finding any sort of logic or pattern to them was damn near impossible. She'd tried. Handing over the journal she was keeping next to her bed to write down what she saw as she slept, she was just as disappointed that there wasn't much more activity. If she could've gone to sleep one night confused and woken up the next with all of her lost memories restored, she would've been ecstatic. Unfortunately, as she'd had occasion to learn repeatedly over the years of her life, reality wasn't so simple.