Carter walked silently across the desert; the sun beating on the back of his neck, his body drenched in sweat. His hand brushed up against his shirt, a shirt he had never worn before. I wasn't wearing this before, he thought to himself, squinting from the sun. His shirt was white, a tunic, and he noticed his khaki pants. Wasn't I wearing green ones today? He asked himself. Nothing made sense.

He kept walking. Why? He did not know. But sooner, rather than later, he began to feel thirsty, his throat aching for a cold liquid. He was tired, no, exhausted, and he dropped to his knees, looking up into the cloudless sky.

"Hey rich boy! Carter is it?"

Carter quickly stood back up at the sound of his name, the voice sounding eerily familiar. He didn't see anyone.

"Yo, money bag, c'mere!" the voice shouted again.

Carter twirled around and saw a figure walking towards him in the distance. He couldn't see who it was.

"Do I need to walk all the way to you, or did the bullet hit your brain when you went?"

What? Carter thought. He took a step forward; curious to what was going on.

"There ya go, keep walking, I don't got all day." The voice stopped. Carter stopped. "Well actually I do." It finished, giving a sinister laugh at the end.

Without really knowing why, Carter closed the distance between him and the voice. He stopped at the sight of Romano.

Robert laughed inside at his former underling's facial expression, but he showed no sign of it. He now stood right in front of John. "Long time huh?"

"You're dead." Carter said quickly, bringing his hand to his forehead, a little confused.

"Go to med school to figure that one out?" Romano quipped. "Follow me."

And with no hesitation, Carter did. Well, with some hesitation, but Romano didn't wait for an answer as he quickly turned towards where he came from and began to walk.

Carter thought he was in a dream as he walked behind the short and bald Romano, but noticed, he had two arms. "Uh, Dr. Romano…" Carter trailed.

"No questions till we get there, understand?" Romano said, raising his voice as usual. "Besides, I'm just the messenger boy, the other's want to see you first."

"The Others? Like on that TV show LOST?"

Romano didn't answer and Carter still followed grudgingly, trying to wake himself up from this crazy dream. Why couldn't he dream about Abby or something; at least that would be a better dream than one with Romano in it. But there seemed to me no waking up, just endless desert with no oasis to be seen for miles.

Romano stopped abruptly and Carter almost ran into him. "We're here."

Carter looked around him, and nothing looked different. "We're where?"

"Here."

"This is stupid." Carter shook his head frustrated; he pinched his arm.

"What are you doing?"

"Trying to wake myself up!" he yelled

"You're not asleep John, you're dead."