No, no. No. He's gone. You're gone. No.

No.

Jack opened his eyes.

But he didn't.

His eyes sprung wide and he sat up straight, his body hot with sweat. Just another dream, he thought, just another dream and it had gone now. It had gone.

But he turned his head and he saw him. He felt sick and his face went pale. "You can't be here," he said with a shaky tone to his voice. "You can't be."

But in the room, Jack was still asleep. Still lying and tossing and turning. He just didn't know it.