"You didn't," Winter promises, but does indeed catch up to her and then fall in beside her again. "It ended on its own." He's pretty sure, anyway. He's just glad he didn't try to stab anyone here. He's come out of those, when they happened when he was alone, with torn up pillows and holes in walls before.

He considers her question, trying to gauge what counts as "more often". "I don't know. A lot of them aren't. That clear. Or obvious. They're nightmares, and I don't know which parts are real."