By the time his eyes are open again, all he sees is Faye lying back on the bed. It reminds him of the way he left her in his apartment in Blue Crow, except her hands aren't cuffed behind her back right now. That's something he still feels a little bit badly about, but in his defense, she was shooting at him.

Quietly, gently, he moves to sit next to her. With the saxophone in one hand, he reaches out with the other, brushing back a strand of her hair from where it's caught in the crease of her eyelid.

"Are you okay?"