Where've you been?
With Lisbon.
What?
Yes. I came to her in a dream.
That's fucked up, Angie. And a little rude.
One good thing about my present state is I no longer have to live by Miss Manners' rulebook, Patrick. I didn't mess with her or anything. I just straightened her out a little.
So she dreamed about you?
No, she dreamed about herself only smarter.
Not nice.
I reminded her.
What?
Of why she loves you.
Like what?
Like how touched she was by your determination to find Red John when she met you. How beautiful you always looked asleep on your couch. How proud she was when you made fools of smug criminals. How special she felt when you began to confide in her. And when you plucked her out of obscurity in Cannon River, how protected she felt by your power.
She felt protected. There's where I really fucked up. She liked that for about three-fifths of a second. Smash cut to her blasting me on the airplane.
Exactly. You said you'd always save her, Pat. And you did. Everything she'd worked for went to hell. The little frog fell down the well. And you scooped her up and placed her back in the garden.
And that scared the crap out of her. Being helped made her feel helpless. And that made her mad.
Even Lisbon needs a hero, Pat.
Kind of tough when she can ride harder, shoot straighter and take a punch better than anyone.
So being her hero requires another set of skills. Skills only you have.
You reminded her of all this?
During her first 5 REM cycles.
Wow. You covered a lot of ground.
Want to know what I reminded her of in her final REM cycle?
You're going to tell me anyway.
I reminded her of how wonderful it is to plunge her fingers into the thick curls at the back of your head.
How could you remind her? We've never touched each other.
OK. So I couldn't resist. I appeared as myself and told her she was a fucking fool to miss out on a handful of you. Let's just say, she woke up with an attitude adjustment.
It's too late. She's leaving as we speak.
Well, she's not gone yet. Besides…
What?
The planes that fly to DC?
Yes?
They have a funny habit of turning around and flying back here.