he doesn't know if it's a dream. he doesn't know if he's died, if he's taken one too many of the pills by his bedside. if one has pushed him over the edge. but truth be told, he doesn't care. sutton is here and for the first time since she's died, he's finally happier. "baby," he says, a slight sob forming in the back of his throat. "you're back. you're back. i'm so sorry, i'm sorry." he keeps repeating.