Gotta love dreams!:
He's sleeping under the blanket in her brother's old room. She crawls in next to him. He wakes up. He says things she doesn't quite understand.
Then he says, "I'm going to Washington, D.C." He looks at her meaningfully.
She imagines him walking off the steps of a plane, suitcase in hand. She knows that look but thinks there must be some logic to it... "Well, are you coming back?" she says.
"Oh, yeah," he says. "But like Bob Dylan says, it feels like going home."