In that same moment, something in this murky scene sharpens for Murphy. He's no longer swimming through slippery time, weeding tangled memories, fumbling in the dark. Bellamy comes into focus and everything else recedes. Not out of sight, but out of his attention.

"...Oh."

The relief that washes over him nearly sends him to his knees. He clasps Bellamy's hand tighter, for life.

"This isn't happening. This is just..."