I dreamt of her today. She was hiding with somewhat of a motherly version of me in a room without windows. There was war outside the room. Enemy soldiers were taking over the building and I couldn't reach them. There was a phone in their room though and I called them and the mother figure and I briefly talked. I could't help her last night, but I'm kind of excited that there is a phone in the room with them. I think that that is a good sign. We can use that connection and build on it. Maybe one day I can help them leave that room.