Sheehan wakes and he's - lucid. He remembers what happened, remembers vaguely walking through a dream, like he was another person, like he was - not himself. It's not the same as a breach, though. Not any at all. There's no satisfaction of being another fully formed person; he was Swiss cheese.

He pulls at the tie, but his wrists and arms are bruised and raw already from where he had spent his waking moments pulling in fear and panic, so he stops before he makes them worse.

He remembers that, too.

"Arthur," he says softly. He doesn't know he's so close nearby, but he figures he's somewhere.