Simon was dreaming. At least he was pretty sure he was. But that didn’t really concern him. It was a sunny day with a nice breeze. He was barefoot on soft grass and the air smelled sweet. Shoving his hands into his pockets, he walked up to a white picket fence and leaned against its rail to look over at the other side. There was grass there too, and Simon thought it was at least a shade greener. But he noticed, on the other side of the fence, there was another Simon Tam, who, despite the grasses obviously superior qualities, wasn’t barefoot, but rather was wearing shiny black shoes.

The other him was sitting at a beautiful rose wood desk, sounded by charts, x-rays and medical texts. He was dressed in a doctor’s bright white robes and his hair was clean and neat.

Simon couldn’t help but feel a little envious. He was dressed sloppily in baggy cargo pants and a plain white shirt he hand’t bothered to button up all the way. His hair was about a week overdue for a trim and hadn’t been coiffed so much as sloppily combed for months. And as he considered the grassy field behind him, he realized there was no richly oriented desk, no vast library of medical knowledge and nothing that would ever indicate that he was a doctor.

"Hey," Simon called over the fence to himself.

The doctor looked up, slight annoyance in his eyes. "I’m very busy trying to help River, so if you want something, please state it. If not, leave me alone."

Simon was surprised by his rudeness. "I’m sorry," he said, pulling himself away from the fence. "I was just wondering what you were doing."

"I thought I made it clear," the doctor said icily. "I’m looking for a cure for River."

"Cure?" Simon asked. "Cure what?"

"Surely you do not labor under the delusion that our sister is well," the doctor scoffed, adding. "But you hardly could, seeing as you don’t labor at all."

"I mean," Simon insisted. "She’s not sick. There’s no virus, no bacteria, no foreign threat encroaching on her system, threatening her life."

"Careless wording,