Jane wakes coughing. He's disoriented, suddenly reality hits him like a bolt of lightning. He's in his home, his bedroom, smoke is filling up his room and flames are licking at the doors. He rushes to the window and pulls with all his might, but, it won't open. He turns around for something to throw at it and there is Angela. She's beckoning him, he stands transfixed, not believing his eyes, the smoke and heat forgotten. He moves and grabs her hand, it feels like nothing. He's flying, above and away, peaceful.

He wakes, in his attic, tired, still hunting.