Neal? Wake up Neal." Peter said, shaking the ex con. Neal groaned and snapped his eyes open.

"Why did you do that? I was having a wonderful dream." Neal said, his eyes glazing over as if he wanted to go back to that dream.

"Did this dream have a certain dead woman?" Peter asked and Neal nodded.

"Do you know the poem The Highwayman by Alfred Noyes?" Neal asked suddenly, snapping back to reality.

Peter shook his head, stopped and nodded.

"The one where there's a thief who falls in love with a girl and the feds find him but she kills herself to warn him and he dies the next day then they're together in death? That one?" Peter asked.

Neal nodded then grinned. "You know what Peter?"

Peter shook his head.

"I look good in lace at my throat."