The reality of the dream was dug in deep. He could feel the rough particles digging into his knees through his jeans, hear the quiet that had settled over the city after the Apocalypse had rolled in. The utter dispair that she was gone, the memory that she had returned to him far from mind.
All he could do was stare at the brick covered body as if he could will her awake. "Get up," he whispered. "It's not like this. Get up. Get up." The words became angrier. Someone had finally taken the chance to care about him and he wasn't letting her go. This wasn't the end.
"Get-"
Cathy's demand started to reach his ear and Lindsey sat up quickly, hair sticking out at odd directions, the word "up" leaving his lips as a hushed shout, his voice rough. He blinked, getting his bearings back enough to realize that he was in the apartment and she was sitting beside him.
He quickly reached out, pulling her into his arms. After a kiss on the forehead, he held her tightly, his chin resting on her shoulder. "I'm sorry."