Reid wakes to whispering voices and shadows hovering over him, passing in front of his closed lids. Someone holds his right hand gently, fingers stroking the skin. His mind tells him it's Leila. He takes another moment of personal quiet before opening his eyes.

It takes a little effort. The dust has bonded them together, gumming his lashes and making him blink over and over before he can see. It still feels scratchy, like there is more of the stuff left in his eyes, but he can ...