I'm not so sure that didn't happen. Maybe we're still at county, passed out on a gurney somewhere.

[It's amusing but also kind of horrifying to think about for too long. Then again, they'd spent enough time here that it couldn't possibly be a dream. But what happens if they--when they did go back? How could they deal with this? Explain it?

Healthy repression sounds good to him!]

Thanks, Carter.

My memories are still kind of bad but I thought that I was getting through to her. I told her that we could help her. And it didn't matter. If she's that far gone, what hope is there for the next poor person to get caught up in this?

[He goes for the bread first, he can't remember when the last time it was that he ate. He offers his injured hand to Carter for inspection.]