There's a boy on the floor. A man? A young man, at any rate, and younger-seeming for his posture, hunched over-- something. Prior to this dream, or shared psychic experience, or whatever it is, Charley wouldn't have had any guess as to what it was he's hunched over, but at the moment, she just bets it's another one of these not-quite-animals.

She's all for being cautious-- he looks like he's in a right state, and she doesn't want to spook him-- but Horatio apparently has no such compunctions, and he launches himself off her shoulder to swoop down onto the carpet in front of Johnny.

'Are you all right?'

Charley, any opportunity for subtlety now thoroughly nixed, emerges from the doorway where she'd been standing, though she doesn't, for the moment, feel the need to add to Horatio's question.