Riddick doesn't want to tell her about his dreams, about the things he remembers and the way people have spoken to him. "You ever have dreams like this before?"

He can still feel her hand pulling away from him, stolen by one of those things on that planet. Just as he can remember the taste of her skin, the softness of her hands against his chest. Riddick meets her eyes, his fingers curling under her chin. "You really believe that?"