It's a dream, it's a dream, it has to be a dream. It has to be because Pinkman wasn't there when that happened, he wasn't around to knock Samuel out when he was building up to his worst. It's a dream, Jesse knows it has to be, and it feels that way, now that he knows what he's looking at. He's done this before, in his own head and Galen's. It doesn't make it any easier, and he can't look back at what's chasing them because he knows what he's going to see. He's lucid, now, he doesn't have to look.
But the shadows are closer and closer, nipping at their heels, and he knows what happens when you piss a nightmare off. He's going to end up dead, it's going to destroy him from the inside out and he has no way of knowing if Pinkman is real or not, if Pinkman's not going to turn into something awful and drag him down under the earth.
Whether it's his own head or the nightmare, it doesn't matter. They can't run fast enough and the thudthudthud of eight legs slamming against the floor in pursuit makes Jesse's skin crawl. There's a door, though, at the end, and if he didn't know he was in a dream he wouldn't be able to reach it, but he does. He's had practice in lucid dreaming, which means he pulls it to them - and Jesse drags the two of them through it, slams it behind them and makes a small, terrified noise when it rattles with the force that the thing that was his father slams into the door. And then it's silent. Nothing. Completely, utterly devoid of sound, like listening to the world at high elevation.
Finch looks at Pinkman, leaning heavily against the door, shaking so hard Pinkman can probably feel it in his grip. A beat, and then, upset but not angry: "Wh-what... what the fuck are you doing in here?"
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But the shadows are closer and closer, nipping at their heels, and he knows what happens when you piss a nightmare off. He's going to end up dead, it's going to destroy him from the inside out and he has no way of knowing if Pinkman is real or not, if Pinkman's not going to turn into something awful and drag him down under the earth.
Whether it's his own head or the nightmare, it doesn't matter. They can't run fast enough and the thudthudthud of eight legs slamming against the floor in pursuit makes Jesse's skin crawl. There's a door, though, at the end, and if he didn't know he was in a dream he wouldn't be able to reach it, but he does. He's had practice in lucid dreaming, which means he pulls it to them - and Jesse drags the two of them through it, slams it behind them and makes a small, terrified noise when it rattles with the force that the thing that was his father slams into the door. And then it's silent. Nothing. Completely, utterly devoid of sound, like listening to the world at high elevation.
Finch looks at Pinkman, leaning heavily against the door, shaking so hard Pinkman can probably feel it in his grip. A beat, and then, upset but not angry: "Wh-what... what the fuck are you doing in here?"