In the way of dreams, Scout has no idea how she got here, but it doesn't matter. She's got one knee hitched up to her chest and an arm crooked across it, relaxed and incurious. The light and its flow seem to pull at her heart and eyes, in an inexorable, soothing way. It occurs to her that this would be a fantastic place to meditate with open eyes.

Lazily she asks, "Why not?"