I couldn't have dreamed the whole thing. It wasn't possible. Sure, I was a little out of it-Okay, a lot out of it, but a guy in my condition had an excuse. Apparently I was running an extremely high fever; one that had even Margaret and Hawkeye concerned. But I saw him, I swear I did. Weston was dead, but I could see him and talk to him! It's too bad he didn't make it, or maybe he did. I didn't really know. I was burning up, feverish and felt worse than I had in my life. Maybe it was a dream.