"Okay. I was wondering if there was a connection." She sounds apologetic about it, hoping she hasn't asked anything inappropriate. It doesn't seem like it, though. "We have people in the Fleet who claim to be seers, who say that they can communicate with spirits who have already passed on... through dreams sometimes."

She even tried that once, in the Nexus, but it didn't work. Caspar had already resurrected -- not that she knew about resurrection at the time.

The fresh wave of grief is expected, the tightening grip of Amelia's hand, not so much. It reminds her of when her friend Josh panicked while holding her hand, but as then, the AV field protects her now, so she doesn't pull away or even flinch. "It's okay," she says reassuringly. "You're, um... you're awfully strong. But I didn't get hurt." She pauses, unsure of what to say. "I wish I could give your closure. Would it help to talk about him? To remember him? Or would that make it worse?"