It happens. Bit by bit, step by step. The fog of heat yields to allow the subconscious form. Form, freedom, and movement come alive behind the eyes, and Neil Park again dreams. He dreams--

(There's a man in the engine room when he enters. The jars lining the shelves against the walls almost seem to glow, the small lumps of grey and white matter within lit up like candlelight.)

--and jolts in Alex's arms, the disturbance enough for Neil to wake up with a cry.