[His shocked expression—mouth parted, eyes rounded with ideal symmetry—spoke louder than his hushed words to follow:] Yes, [his tongue works at last,] exactly the same thing. I thought it disturbing upon waking, but the very fact of your strikingly similar recollection —

[What was the probability of such a coincidence? And in the context of their current situation? His stomach melts into an acidic burn.]

And if it wasn't us recalling a dream? If it was us recalling something, [he sucks air through clenched teeth,] more real than I'd like to define?