Orpheus nods in turn, looking a little surprised at the admission.

"She loved stories," he says. "That's how she found us? The Sleepers. The first of us was a woman named Ramona Derwin, who Julia knew because she'd read books about her - where she was a fictional character."

And he shifts uneasily at that, taking his guitar off his back and propping it up against a chair before sitting down, drumming his fingers on the table.

"It's... Mother Superior said she created all of us - made us 'real' in the dream, after learning our stories. Others say we were real all along, and explained the stories people told in Julia's world in different ways. Coincidences, or people seeing into other realities and writing them down. I don't really know which is true? But either way, the stories are how she was able to pull us through. I think she thought we could help her."

For all the good that did her. Orpheus goes solemn and silent for a moment, looking down at his hands on the table in front of him, thinking of the little girl who faded away thinking everyone had decided she was a monster.