Crews remembered watching Dani's pendant swing as she pushed him away. He also remembered something hitting him solidly. It hadn't been much, he thought, a bit like getting punched, but then he'd looked down as that dull ache got sharper. He felt remarkably calm for a long moment, even as Reese leaned over him, her voice rising and falling. His fingers curled around her wrist long enough to squeeze and then everything was quiet and muted. The noise came back later, insistent, along with pain. He thought, hazily, that it was a bit like the ocean. The water crashed in and pulled back, leaving a minute gap in sound.

Ted's face appeared sometime later, with Olivia's bright red hair in the background. Reese looked tired, quietly talking to a man in a white coat. Hospital. That's where he was, now it made sense. The world swung crazily for a moment and a wave of unconciousness rushed back in. He didn't dream, not under the hazy blackness of exhaustion. The world was silent, quiet, and he drifted.

"Charlie?" The black dissolved into gray what seemed like ages later. Ted's face swam into view. "Hey." Crews croaked in response, but it was an effort. "They got it out."

It, he remembered belatedly, was a crossbow bolt.

"Reese?"

"She left to find coffee," Ted said, making a face. "The doctors told her to get some sleep, but-" He shrugged and Crews almost laughed, except the entire right side of his chest protested. There was no force on Earth that would make Dani Reese do anything she didn't want to do. "Pretty sure she'll be back soon."

He slept again and dreamed.

Crews stood on a beach, watching the waves crash against the perfectly white shore, his feet bare. Reese stood next to him, her fingers tangled with his. They were both wearing white. White, white, white. There was so much white. She looked up at him and offered him an orange blossom, but he took it and wove it into her hair. "Are you real?" he asked, when the crashing of the waves were too much. She smiled and they stopped walking as he pulled her close. "Because I think you're not really here. I think I'm not either. The world is wrong. Everything is wrong." He paused, worry jangling him until it was like an itch he couldn't scratch. "I think I need to wake up, now."

The sky bled into burnt orange as she leaned up into him. Behind her the waves were turning blood red and Arthur Tins stood there, pointing at him. He turned into Nabbas and aimed his crossbow at Reese.

"Crews," she whispered against his lips, "you need to wake up." He felt her body jerk and felt warmth spread over his hands. "Crews. Wake up." Blood dribbled from the corner of her mouth, and her smile became a scream.

"Charlie!"

And he woke.

The chair next to his bed was empty, tossed sideways, and the coffee cup that sat next to it was upended. There was blood spatter, he could see it splattered against the off-white of the chair. Crews hit the alarm on his bed just as Ted came in, holding the a bandage to his head. Their eyes met.

Reese was gone.