No... see this can't be real because you've been dead for over a year, Harry.

[Her throat feels dry, and though he offers her the chance to lean against him she makes no move to take him up on it.

This is... this is just ridiculous. First it's the space thing and now it's dead partners-with-benefits apparently alive and well and battered in tents in space and Chloe's pretty bloody sure she's about to snap to consciousness in Syria and find she's been stuck with one of Talbot's hallucinogenic darts.

She and Charlie will have to compare notes on their respective trips.

She's pretty sure hers will win.]

You died in Shambhala. You-

[Her voice breaks into an incredulous laugh, even though there's nothing funny about this. Chloe's always had the weirdest reactions to things.]

You blew yourself to bits and nearly killed us with you.