"You're alive?!" His voice cracked. The two word spoken weren't any kind of answer to her question but maybe his watery eyes and strained voice gave away that they weren't coming from the same time. Derek watched her in shock. He wanted to touch her yet feared she was a dream. She was in his almost every night. They weren't all nightmares, sometimes old happy memories resurfaced or an alternate ending to what he last experienced. "Is it really you?"

Maybe he was poisoned somehow the way those attacked by the rabbits hallucinated. Derek swallowed thickly, analyzing every bit of her face. He managed to form the words to answer her question. "I've been here almost two months. Right after leaving the hospital Doyle put you in. JJ said you never made it off the table. How--" The question died in his throat. He couldn't give any of that voice with Emily standing in front of him.