Sebastian hadn't wanted to think about what it might mean, but part of him wanted to be angry. Why him? And why had the part of his dream with Jack been so horrible? If he could feel the pain, the blood on his face when he woke up, then he could feel good things, too, right? So why him? Why couldn't he dream of good things? Why couldn't it be Jack coming out of the shadows?

"I'm fine." He said quietly. "This isn't the worst thing to happen to me."

It was true. And he smiled a little at Casey because it was true.