[Sam's so tired he actually gives a huff of a humorless laugh at that, thinking "In a manner of speaking? I kind of am," before it occurs to him he really needs to check who's talking to him.
He forces himself to open his eyes then, and look across the table. He jolts into full alertness immediately.]
Shit, you're--! [He looks around wildly, frowning.] This has gotta be a dream... You're supposed to be dead! [That last sentence is whispered harshly, angrily as Sam leans a bit across the table.]
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He forces himself to open his eyes then, and look across the table. He jolts into full alertness immediately.]
Shit, you're--! [He looks around wildly, frowning.] This has gotta be a dream... You're supposed to be dead! [That last sentence is whispered harshly, angrily as Sam leans a bit across the table.]