Della had to think about how she wanted to answer that one. Talking about this so far had - somehow - not gone badly, but that could change so quickly and easily now. "Does it matter?" she asked after a lengthy silence. "I mean that. For me, it's more about the way things made me feel. 'Cause usually, I don't get scared, but beneath everything, I was, I guess, so..." Her hands fell into her lap. "Fear and loneliness - that's what comes up in my nightmares."