Ned nods, not all that surprised. It might have shocked him, if he hadn't had an inkling about Meyer and Charlies' backgrounds and profession before that dream, but it fits with the pattern. All the same he thinks of the bruises on Charlie's face and wonders if that detail, too, was accurate. Probably. It makes his stomach twist a little in sympathy.

"They only kept me in for four days. That was how long it took for them to do the autopsy and realize he'd shot himself and I'd just... found the body."

Which is his way of saying that his half of the dream had been real, too. Four days is nothing compared to six months, of course, but it had seemed plenty long to Ned, at that age, terrified that they were never going to let him out again.