Oh, shit. Eliot remembers enough of those ye-ancient-of-days episodes to have some idea of the context, and for a minute he wants to ask about specifics, like was it the one in China? But questions, it becomes rapidly apparent, are not appropriate here. It's also becoming apparent that Sunshine is a complete mess, how long has she been holding that in?

"Oh shit," Eliot says, for lack of anything else to say. But it doesn't really matter what he says right now, because Sunshine is sobbing and helpless, and words aren't really going to make any difference. He wraps his arms around Sunshine and holds her close, letting her cry as much as she needs to. "I'm so sorry," he murmurs.

Privately, Eliot is a tiny bit glad that this is a dream, since he has no reservations about anyone getting snot on his shirt.