Michael had now come to the realization that this was not in fact a dream at all. There was not an illusion from the veil of mystery that had to be uncovered by reality. But the only illusion in his mind was his delusion, his flash that had overwhelmed his inner thoughts and fears. How could Elizabeth still be alive? How could I be alive? Is this real? He thought.
He looked around at the room then back again at the open door of the hallway to justify his sanity, still laying there, unable to move, his left leg was sitting in a fixed position, bandaged and hanging on a line connected to a rail. Helpless. As the background sounds of voices overcrowded the silence and filled the room, Michael lay there with his head in his hands.