"Yeah."

With his elbows rested on his knees, he dangled the bottle beneath him and span it around. There was one image frozen in his mind. Dream or not, he owed it to himself to know whether it was real or not. Even though he was pretty sure he knew the answer already.

"One of the times I woke up. I wasn't thinkin' straight. An' I attacked the first person I saw." He turned his head to catch her reaction. You.