River shakes her head a little. "No. It's newer than some things. Used to have... what-if dreams, settled in the anxieties of the unknowable. What if Corypheus wins, what if the Fade could reach out and touch a waking dreamer, what if my brother died and I couldn't stop it, couldn't help him, couldn't..."

She puts her hands on both sides of her head, folds herself in half, and screams into her lap.

Sorry, Abby. Sometimes it's all just a lot going on at once.