[Ford is still aware of lying in his bed, half sitting up and comfortably propped in the pillows. He moves in and out of consciousness fluidly because he has no energy to fight it. All he can do is try to stay awake; not fully immersed in unconsciousness.

In the dream, Ford gazes up at the titanic eye. He could easily be swallowed through the pupil and into deeper darkness--he tries not to think about that. He knows Bill wants him to feel insignificant and helpless.

The demon is doing a very good job of it.

Fortunately, exhaustion and those damn pills are taking the edge off Ford's fear. His senses have been woefully dulled, but in doing so they've offered unexpected help.]

But you're here. [he says, in both dream and reality.] What do you want?

[Begrudgingly, he adds:] I know you would've mined my head for everything you wanted back home. It's useless here and you won't be able to take it with you if you ever leave.

[But he is still disgusted with himself over this.]

What more could you want from me? Do you want to gloat? Is that it? Just get it over with.