Everything's sort of numb in the dream - and distant in a way - but Crozier has enough of his mental faculties to think and feel and react. There's dread pooling in his stomach as he stops before an open tent, and he bends down to touch the gray, cold head of his former steward.

"I know you're there," he says, peering over his shoulder at Strange. He looks back down at Jopson's body and sighs, pushing his hair back from his still face. He doesn't witness the young man's dying hallucinations this time, and he's relieved.

"We need to go. There are others we need to see."