Hal turned over the next morning, looking to the side of him. He noticed the normally warm body was gone. He frowned lightly, sitting up and stretching. He looked around the room not seeing a sign of the woman. Maybe she was right... maybe it had all just been a dream? 'Wow, a really good but fucked up one.' He thought to himself, letting his head hit the pillow, with a sigh.
Hal had an idea. He moved to the drawers grabbing a nice, clean set of clothes before walking out to Dinah's room. He'd ask, Dinah's dream-self had said she and Oliver broke up. This left him an opportunity to ask the sheila out.
