Impressions first: Cold and very, very bright. Almost too bright. It's strange, because he can feel just what his shirt feels like, in his hand, even though it's Katie that's doing the clinging. Thoughts: ~he's looking he's looking it'll be okay but it won't he can't be real I'm dead I have to be dead she took my place she can't be me she can't it's a dream he's looking has to be real said so~