"I'm fine," William answered automatically, without taking the time to determine whether it was actually true. That wasn't the point right now. He was glad Joe hadn't stayed caught in his dream, or in limbo somewhere outside of it; he hadn't asked what would happen if he woke up while Joe was still in his head.
He was impossibly even more tired than he had been when he'd fallen asleep, not so long ago. He dug the heels of his hands against his eyes until they stopped burning, then looked blankly at Joe and said, "I need a quill and parchment, please." He had to get everything down, now, while the memories were still fresh. He might have been dreaming the web differently than in reality, and this whole exercise might have been one in futility, but he didn't think so. If nothing else, it was something to go on. A starting place. They desperately needed one of those.
He wrapped an arm over his chest to hopefully keep himself from shivering, still chilled from the nightmare, and squeezed his eyes shut to banish the dark spots. He wanted light and warmth, and then to sleep for a year.
In the quiet of Joe's room, he asked uncertainly, "Do you remember?"