Nate squeezes her hand, glad for the tie to the physical, to something real. If he's losing his mind he's gonna be fucking pissed about it, but he's not convinced that's what's happening. Weird enough shit has happened in this city. Just last week Beth thought she'd been shot in the head. Nate breathes steadily, forces himself to concentrate. The more he focuses on Beth's hand in his, the quicker Sam blinks out of view.

"He comes and goes," Nate tells her honestly. He doesn't want to leave Sam like this but he's almost positive now that it's not Sam, not for real, anyway. This city is full of cruel tricks and Nate will resent the hell out of it later, but for now he just wants control of his own head again.

"He died ten years ago," he tells her. Sam died a long time before Nate showed up in this city and maybe that doesn't mean anything, dead people turn up here all the time, but he's pretty sure Sam isn't supposed to be here. "He's already dead, this isn't real."