Logan nodded a little, then wet his lips.

"I'm having those dreams again. I told you I'd had them when I was younger- Dreams about a beach, an island, some weird place. It was a long time ago, and they're hazy to me now, but- I'm having them again, and now- You're in them. And I don't know if it's because of what you told me, or if you've always been in them," he admitted. "I debated if I should even bring it up, had even decided I shouldn't, but- You're here and I'm..."

Logan trailed off, but spoke again before Jack had a chance to reply.

"It's on my mind, a lot, and some of it- It's detailed. I remember a building, this huge place... A kitchen, a woman making sweets- And I swear, sometimes I see- I see someone I knew a long time ago. A girl- But she's just a girl with a face I knew, she's not her."

His voice cracked slightly as his thoughts went to Lily, but he cleared his throat and shook it off.

"What I'm trying to say is- I believe you. I mean, I believed you when you told me, but- I believe, maybe, it was me."

And there it was, a truth he hadn't even wanted to admit to himself.