"This vortex can wrap people back to where they came from, can it?" So this was borrowed time. That was okay. All time was borrowed time. And given that he'd been snared about a split-second before his own death, Flynn was not about to complain, at least not on his own behalf. Every minute was one he hadn't expected to have.
"That's rough. But I'm glad your work takes care of you. It should." His face darkened for a moment. It'd been a long, long time since the ENCOM days, but he remembered.
But the moment passed and he shrugged. "So, someone who looks like Sam but isn't, huh? Does sound weird. And painful." If someone who looked like Jordan showed up, he'd probably stare at her enraptured for several minutes, and then walk very fast the other way rather than lose the dream. Gently, he added, "How are you handling that, kiddo?"