[ He didn't hit his head on the way down, did he? Because he's heard that voice before - in person, not nearly enough as he would've liked to, and in his nightmares, far more often than he cares for.

Eddie looks up to see the smiling face of Chrissy Cunningham, and he can't help but laugh. The last time he'd seen her alive, she was levitating toward his ceiling, her limbs snapping, her eyes -- ]

Chrissy - holy shit, Chrissy, you're -- you're here!

[ He hesitates to say alive, because he's pretty sure neither of them are. How could they be, after what they went through? But she's here, and she's smiling, and she's not mutilated and contorted or anything. Her smile is infectious, too, and Eddie can't help beaming as he takes her hands and shakily rises to his feet. ]

Thank god. I thought I was gonna have to crawl the whole lap.

[ It's his first instinct to joke, but he can't just leave it at that, can he? ]

It's really good to see you again.