[He gestures to his intact dreamscape body. See? No holes. That means he's fine.
Ford peers at the window, his mouth opening in surprise for a moment, then he rubs his chin.]
So, that wasn't some kind of dying hallucination. It really happened.
[Weird.]
What the heck was he trying to do? One minute he's telling me he's in some kind of trouble with you, the next I'm lying in some unfamiliar cabin with a knife in my gut!
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Date: 2018-06-13 07:53 pm (UTC)[He gestures to his intact dreamscape body. See? No holes. That means he's fine.
Ford peers at the window, his mouth opening in surprise for a moment, then he rubs his chin.]
So, that wasn't some kind of dying hallucination. It really happened.
[Weird.]
What the heck was he trying to do? One minute he's telling me he's in some kind of trouble with you, the next I'm lying in some unfamiliar cabin with a knife in my gut!