His eyelids flutter open. And he listens.

Not expecting to hear any of this.



He folds his arm around her shoulders, his other hand resting on the back of her head. It'll take a while for him to figure out what to say, but...



I have these nightmares that I'm talkin' t'dead folk.



So he's not the only one. He's not the only one.



He continues to hold her as if he's just found her for the first time.

"Wish I knew what was goin' on before it was too late. I would've gotten the hell out, too."


Tilting his head to the side, he tries to catch her eyes.

"D'you-- d'you think it was really him-- your dad-- in your dream? Or was it just-- y'know, like, your worst fear playing out in your head?"

He sincerely wants to know what she thinks.