Okay, there's a lot to take in for a very short span of time. Greg balks at the little purple woman. "I, uh. This..." He looks to the van, to the beach, to her. This is... is this how it's supposed to be? But it's not real. It's a dream, it's all in his head.

His hands clench together, and he can't decide if he wants to back away or step closer. "I, I know you."