What good's a dream?"
"What good's reality?" No movement of the squirrel's mouth, but a certain intentness in its gaze. "And how can you tell which is the dream? How will you ever know? How much do you know, anyway?"
"Well, traveler, what did you think of Mars?"
"Didn't see much of it," Ted answered.
"There's not much to see. Was that a dream?"
"Wasn't it?"
"Couldn't get your breath, could you? You know you were there, don't you?"
"No."
The squirrel sat down. "Difficult, aren't you? Why should I bother?"
Ted said nothing.
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