QUOTE : Gavin appeared and vanished numerous times each day checking up on me. Now and then he’d randomly pop the question, often disguising it within our conversations. <br /><br /> “Did you know that bubbleberries are in season right now? They’re blooming all over Dreamland.”<br /><br /> “I love those berries. They’re fun and strange.” I recalled the time that Gavin and I had burped up iridescent-purple bubbles after swallowing handfuls of berries. They were deliciously sweet.<br /><br /> Gavin nudged me with his elbow. “Not half as strange as you are.”<br /><br /> I laughed.<br /><br /> “So, Annabelle, will you come with me?” I nearly spoke without thinking, but caught myself, careful not to slip and say the word, yes.<br /><br /> “Sorry, Gavin. I can’t.