It was hard to tell whether she was actually cutting the distance between them. Sometimes it seemed like he was like those impossibly growing hallways with no end, but she seemed to find some kind of edge this time. 

She looked at him, carefully, and she knew he could stop her. If he did then she’d go no further. She raised a hand between them, reached for the fractured image of his face.

Her hand passed through.

“Isn’t the whole point of us, that you are somebody...at least to me.”

So, it had to mean something and she was determined.