He turned to the dragoness and nodded a bit. "A little, I suppose." He thought back to the story one of his friends had told him. His friend had been standing next to a tank when it was hit by a rocket, and a piece of the plating struck him in the head. He said that, while he was unconcious, he had fallen into a dream that was as clear as anything he saw when he was awake. Remembering that story, he clung to the hope that he would wake up back in Berlin.