dream a little dream of me

In some part of his mind, Dio knows that he is dreaming. It has all of the right elements. He's in his old flight uniform in the belly of the Sylvana, walking calmly along. His light feet don't make a sound or echo through the deck. But what really tells him that this place is a dream is the fact that for the moment, there's no one here. Certainly there were times when the hangar could be quiet and solemn, but more often it was filled with the ruckus of mechanics, of Al running around and playing, Tatiana bawling someone out.

This place was his home, long ago and far away.

He places his hand on the side of his vanship, feeling the cool metal beneath his gloves. He thinks of flight, and he stares without meaning to at the empty back seat.

But if this is a dream, he wishes it could at least be a happier one.