[There is no Jesus here. Only the horrors of Alex's memory. Ghost makes a sound like a whine as Terry and Carter hop forward, brows furrowing at Carter's accusation. And then Billy, perhaps the most horrifying of them all, is charging toward them.

Ghost tries to beat him to Alex, only to collide with him, knocking her to the ground in front of Alex & showering them both with Billy's blood. Ghost wipes her mouth.]

Alex--

[It's a harsh plea, past panted breaths. She turns away from the corpses, on hands and knees, face and collar covered in blood, but those eyes are more alive than anyone else's in this fucked up dream. She ignores the jeering and the obvious bubbling sounds of Billy behind them to try and appeal to Alex.]

We can make it out of this.

[She'd never had an idea, had she? She had case files in her mind of others, still, knew them more than she knows herself, even had known Alex was dead, but there was no case file on this absolute nightmare life Alex had been living.

Can she really protect him from this? Is she strong enough? Are they?

But no, she has to believe, she has to believe. It's all they've got.]

I'm here with you. I won't leave you alone here. So please--

You have to fight back with me!

[Even as hurriedly as she's speaking, she's sure by now the terrors behind her are encroaching. She only hopes Alex can see past her own fear and believe in her.]