A scattered dream that's like a far-off memory...
Locke opened his eyes, realizing he was still on the stone slab, not used to a bed. "I guess you're right, Andy..." He stood up, and followed her to one of the bedrooms, and took a spot on one of the couches in the room. "I think I'll stay here. I still don't trust those people downstairs. This way, I can keep an eye on you, and we'll stick together. Have a good nap. You deserve it after what you've apparently been through..."
...A far-off memory that's like a scattered dream