He's back at Junes again.
He's sweeping up for opening day (and it will always be opening day; he knows this somehow), but something has gone wrong. His broom cannot find the floor. There's someone he knows can help, someone out there willing and able to lend him a hand or heart or at least something longer, but when he calls out their name (funny, he can call it out without knowing what it is), his voice is swallowed by the fog.
There's a hand on his shoulder. It's familiar. And then another hand that isn't.
He wakes up breathless.