[... Nods slowly, after a moment, understanding she's right as she speaks it. He isn't an exact de-age like this, but he feels a little lost in the dream itself, so thinks feel muddled.]
Right. You're Neal's... [person???] No. I... I remember you.
[Or does he? It's hard to say, because like this, he'd rather stay hidden in the rocks, pointedly not looking at the still, adult version of himself. He focuses on Emma instead]