Johnny no longer has the strength or wherewithal to protest; he's gotten lost, drifting in his mind (which is the house), just like Will, just darkness and pages to burn and Karen - no, not Karen, hah, not even Charley or Eliot or the TARDIS or Gabe, but Seth, god, well in some ways that's better, isn't it? he lets Seth pick him up and pull him through the wall, just as Karen did for Will, and not even for something so melodramatic as love and marital loyalty, but just because Seth likes him all right.

It would be enough to make him burst, embarrassingly, into tears, if they didn't immediately drop into turquoise, chlorinated, perfectly temperatured water.

Johnny snaps back to life, floundering out of Seth's arms and breaking the surface, paddling awkwardly, his jeans soaked and weighing him down. "What the," he gasps, swiveling around. "What the fuck?!"

He grabs out for Seth's arm, swimming his way toward the edge to pull himself out. Well, that's one way to wake up.