"Butcher's wife butcher's wife butcher's wife," Ed is whispering in his sleep, and rocking. In Lee's arms.

She is alert and still holding him when he awakens and instinctively grabs her arms around himself, forcing her to hold him tighter. She buries her head in the crook of his neck. "It's okay, Ed. You'll get through this."

"I won't. I know I won't," he whimpers.

"You WILL," she says firmly. "I have every faith in you."

"You don't even know what happened!" he protests.

"I don't need to, Ed. I know you don't want to share what happened with me but I'm here for you regardless and I know how strong of mind you are. It will be enough."

He rolls over to face her, angry. "You know nothing of the kind."

"The Dentist?" Lee asks and raises an eyebrow. Ed had survived that man's horrific torture easily enough without caving.

"I was protecting Oswald."

"Precisely. When you care enough, your mind finds a way." Lee reaches out to stroke his face. "It will find a way to get through all of this."

"What if I don't care enough?"

"About yourself?"

He just nods forlornly and looks down.

She cups his chin. "You have every reason to care."

He looks at her, puzzled. Something about that doesn't make sense . . .

And it's the first time he notices that she smells different.