He sighed. He didn't want to talk about the crash. He stood and turned.
"I remember the flak going through the wing and taking out an engine, I remember knowing I was going to crash. I remember knowing that Mac and Johnson were dead before we hit the ground. I remember waking up... and training kicking in. It's war - I can't let it get to me. Not yet. I still have a job to do, regardless of where I am." He stepped forward, and reached up to nudge her chin up a little higher. "Dreams won't hurt me. I'll be fine."