Jane hurtles from sleep, Hoyt, as ever, close behind. Dead, he has as much power to reach out and ensnare her as he did from prison. For a moment she struggles against the limbs that are entangled with hers until she realises they are not cold and sinewy, pinning her down with gleeful and animalistic malice. Instead they are smooth and warm, clinging gently to her.
That dissonance shakes the dream from head and she remembers where she is and who is holding her. A familiar and sleepy voice murmurs her name against her ear and a hand strokes soothingly down her arm. "Maur," she whispers in return. He can't hurt her anymore, and more importantly, he can't touch Maura again.
She relaxes completely into the embrace. Before last night she had no idea how much she needed Maura's touch. Now she doesn't think she can live without it. Things she'd never wanted before she wants now because it's Maura, and whatever happens they are still best friends. So she kisses her and the dream finally dissipates.
Eventually Maura makes her forget his name completely. She even forgets her own name, but Maura's is never far from her lips.