Faces and voices, places and events, from the riches of my memories were floating in a soft bubble. Somewhere in my subconscious I knew I was dreaming, but somehow, I didn't want that bubble to burst. I wanted to spend time with them. I wanted to tell them what has happened here in this world, since they left. I'm sure that's how everyone feels about his or her loved ones who die ... Judy first sees Grace when she and her daughter attend as audience...