He didn't respond right away when the light skimmed over him. In fact, it wasn't for a few seconds after Badou called his name that he actually looked up and seemed to see the other for the first time. Heine shook his head once, hoping this dream would leave with it, but no, he was still standing in the dark hallway with his partner, who oddly enough, didn't reek of smoke. Great. Maybe they'd have to flip a coin to see which one of them got to stay sane for the night.

You look like you've seen a ghost, man.

Heine narrowed his eyes. If this was a dream, did they have to give Badou all the ironically apt lines? A ghost. Had to be that word, didn't it? Shit. If only he could write it off that easily. A ghost wasn't solid. Or warm. Or still breathing. But she should be dead, what else could he call her?

"Where do they take the kids?" he said finally, ignoring Badou's concern. "There's a little girl. She looks- Fuck- she looks just like Lily. She is Lily."