Even more businesslike than your average nurse, Arthur removed the IV with his thumb on the inside of her wrist, so that all she would feel was the pressure until he pulled his hand away and there was a fast fading slight sting. He did the same thing with her cannula, put everything back in its proper cushioned spot, and rewound the tubing.
"Because we were a dream within a dream, that's why. Because this has to be a dream." He stared at her, and his hand made an abortive movement to his pocket, where the die was. "Buildings don't move." He shut the PASIV case with a solid click, and dug into the leather bag to pull out a shoulder holster that he pulled on over his shirt and vest. He reached behind him, holstered the gun under his left arm, and then started pulling the sleeves of his jacket on. "If you don't want to wake up, that's your business," he said, shrugging to settle the jacket.