She was overwhelmed with a need to cling to him, as if she wanted to crawl over the table and wrap herself in his arms and beg for him to help her, even if she didn't know why.

There was just something about him, she decided. Something like Gene. They both made her feel safe, and she couldn't explain it.

The tone of his voice lulled her, and she took a breath, trying to gather her thoughts. "2008," she replied. "I... I was shot. I'm in a coma and all of this... Well, I don't know what any of it is, but I need to finish whatever I'm here for and go home." She stared at him, trying to control this sudden barrage of emotions that made her yearn for home, for her daughter. She felt so vulnerable. "Do you believe me?"