[ You can tell the liquor is starting to have an effect on William. His normally stiff posture is starting to relax, and his normally creased brow has returned to a calm state. ]

Hm. I have never been a fan of the ocean. Though, I guess it's nicer than the dreary London skies.

Do you think... [ He pauses, knowing that what he's about to ask is a silly question that he'd normally dismiss without uttering a word of it. But the alcohol has him feeling so relaxed, for once, that he continues. ]

Do you think this may all be a dream?