Bennet moves, and Matthew's fingers brush his jacket. It feels real, solid and scratchy against his hand, and Matthew clings on as tight as his weakened body will allow as he finally lets himself believe.

"Can you see him?" he demands of the nurse, who nods, startled. One.

"Can you see him?" directed at Reid, who also nods. Two.

"And you?" to his doctor who, grudgingly, admits that he can. Three.

Bennet is real.

He throws himself at the man without warning, clinging on for dear life.