I saw Chelsea on the train today.
There she was, sleeping on a towel in that corner near the end of the car with FatCat, when she woke and stretched and sauntered over to me.
What? There is no corner near the end of the car? Ah.
Did I mention I had been dozing? And that in non-dreamland she would have hated the lurch and screech of the train?
It was good seeing her, though.