He starts to shake his head, stops when it swims; his grip stays tight on the mattress, fingers digging into the sides like a bird on a branch.

"Not before the storms. I used to -" He swallows, considers stopping, but he's come this far. All he wanted while he worked the last case for the LAPD was someone else to talk it through with and now he has that, so he tries.

"There's. When I try to remember what happened there's... A dream I've always had."