Cat: Do you still dream? Skeleton: Sometimes. Cat: But you’re dead. Skeleton: I know. Cat: Then what do you dream about? Skeleton: Things I never got to keep. A warm hand. A quiet morning. Someone waiting for me to come home. Cat: And now? Skeleton: Now I dream of things that no longer need a body to exist. Cat: Like what? Skeleton: Hope. Memories. And the feeling of being loved, even after everyone has forgotten your name...