Col. Potter walks into the mess tent and takes a seat at the table where his officers are lazily picking at their food.
"I just got off the phone with Sidney," he says, taking off his glasses and giving the lenses a wipe. "He's had a couple of sessions with Cooke by now, but he says there isn't anything he can do. The poor lad's completely off his rocker, I'm afraid. Sidney expects to send him Stateside, to a mental institution, within the week."
"Why was he planning to shoot up the place?" Hawkeye wants to know.
Potter shrugs. "I'm not sure we'll ever know that, Pierce... It just sounds like a typical case of battle fatigue. He seems to have completely lost touch with reality. Sidney says the poor boy thinks everyone is the enemy. He can't be convinced otherwise." Potter shakes his head. "It's one hell of a sad situation, that's for sure."
They all fall into silence for a moment, reflecting on what might have happened… if not for their dreams.
Margaret opens her mouth to say something and then closes it again. She lets out a small laugh. "I was about to ask what exactly happened to us… you know, with our dreams? But then I realized you all don't know either."
B.J. shakes his head. "It was the damnedest thing."
"Whatever strange phenomenon it was, I'm most grateful for it," Charles says.
"You said it, Chuck," Hawkeye chimes in, and then accepts the sneer he receives from Winchester at his use of the dreaded "Chuck" nickname.
"It's one for the books, all right," Potter agrees. "I don't think I'll ever take my dreams lightly again."
Suddenly the P.A. crackles to life, interrupting their dinner with, "Attention all personnel! Incoming wounded! Looks like a lot, folks. If you liked 'Ridiculously Long OR Session, Part 1,' you're going to love the sequel!"
And they all rush out of the mess tent to greet the choppers.