3:48 AM
[Reid is wandering around, still wearing his bulletproof vest with FBI across the chest, his shield on his belt, and his trusty leather satchel strapped across his body. He isn't walking casually, but he's not in completely heightened awareness of his surroundings. He's simply being careful, like a well-trained agent that hasn't decided if this is a hostile situation or not. His gun is in hand, so very like a certain other dream of his. But there were no basement stairs. Just endless hallways.]