"Didn't wanna turn. Ran, when everyone had to." Frankie's waiting, chewing at his lower lip. Any minute now, any second, he ought to be coming through the door, impossible as that is. One might think it would give him some peace to think that if he's up here, he can't show up down there... but this dream isn't about that, it's the creeping anticipation, the suffering of waiting for a foregone conclusion.