[He'd woken from his nightmare and the fake time raw and weary, left with the pain of loss after loss and the other immortals going cold and distant and Beckett losing himself bit by bit until there was almost nothing left...

He woke, and immediately let sleep take him again, dark and heavy like so many tons of water.

He doesn't know how long he slept, or whether Angel and Rhys have moved on without him, when the tablet's alert manages to bring him to some sense of awareness. He mumbles instructions to read off the message, and the horror of it only barely sinks in as even adrenaline struggles to wake him. His voice is thick and groggy, only mildly alarmed.]

What...what are you talking about, House?