Andy frowned. He held the packet against his chest with his injured arm. He ran his free hand though his hair and scratched at his jaw, fingers scraping against the bristles of his beard.
"But I...How...I must be dreaming? They gave me an ambien and something for the pain and I...I'm dreaming. I know this isn't real." But why would he dream about being in Madison Valley? He'd never even been in Jefferson County.