"Look, he's waking up!" John said, breaking the twelve-hour silence. Since we were no longer alive, we didn't require sleep. It seemed as though Nancy didn't either, for she didn't take her eyes off Paul the whole time.

I listened as Paul told Nancy about his dreams. He was being honest, I knew, because we watched his dreams with him, John and I did.

"He's improving," John grinned. "That's my boy!" He patted Paul's shoulder, knowing he wouldn't feel it. He didn't care. I jerked his arm back as Nancy did the same. "Hey! what was that for?" 

"She would have broken your arm!"

"I could have pulled me own arm back, y'know." There was the old John that only showed up every once in a while, but then he felt guilty about telling me off. "Thanks anyway" he muttered.

"Yeah," I muttered back. I found he'd get irritated when I replied louder than his thanks. I didn't know why, but that might just be John.