"Spencer," William said, because he didn't know what else to do. "It's a dream. It's only a dream. This isn't happening. It won't happen." His tone turned fierce, daring the bleak landscape around them to even try to become a reality. "We won't let it."
He reached out before he could think better of it, and took Spencer's hand. "I'm still not leaving you," he repeated firmly, determinedly not looking at the tower where Pete would appear, at Gabe still fighting his way into the flames, at the grass where Ryan's carpet had landed without Ryan on it. "And this dream isn't beating both of us."