"You know, I think that's an even better story than the café thing."

Carter smiles even though there's a pang in his heart and for a moment he can't help but hear Abby's voice, annoyed, accusing.

You wanna fix me. Fix me so I'm good enough.

Doesn't matter. It's over, in the past.

"I think he's coming to."

Carter leans forward, keeping his voice low and gentle.

"Neal? Can you hear me? I'm Dr. Carter. You're in the medical wing but it's okay. You're going to be find. And I got Malcolm here with me."

He nods over at Malcolm encouragingly even though he can't help but wonder who Peter is.