"Yes, Guignon. And really her name was--Eutychia, I think." He touches Joly's shoulder, just about where a little bird would be sitting, if such a thing could be encouraged to live in a room with so many cats. "My dear Joly, I know we have everything in common, but dreams--that's taking it a little far! Also, look, someone has had the good sense to put away the book that was on my nightstand and find me something better to read. No, I think we've been living our lives--someone's lives, that is--this last week."