[Oh my God, it's Chuck! But he doesn't look too good. He seems panicked, and he's clearly wearing a hospital gown (which does in fact close in the back). If anyone remembers his curly mop? Yeah, that's gone now, and in its place is
a rather professional-looking haircut. If he were wearing a suit, he'd look like a different guy entirely - but the terror on his face is pure Bartowski.]
Wh-- no, I'm dreaming. I'm still dreaming, I can't be--
[He looks down at his hands. He's not wearing what he was in his dream - but they've already pulled the 'make him think he's awake' trick before, so he's being wary. He turns towards his door, opening it, intending to go back down the hallway in his house - and freezes.]
They can't know about this place, they can't, most of the time I don't know about this place, but I can't be back here, not yet--
I saw Sarah. I saw her. I saw her in here and now she's not and now I'm back here.
I have to be dreaming still. I have to. I can't go yet. She's looking for me, she has to be.
[And he sits back in his chair, looking at his hands again.]