The voice that cut through the fog was Fred's. She burst into tears and only curled up tighter, gasping out, "Harold, I couldn't get to ye! God forgive me! I couldn't save ye!" Karen started to rock back and forth, caught somewhere between reality and memory. For a moment, it looked as if she would stay trapped there, but his touch caused her to look up at him. With tears streaming down her face, she gasped out and moved to press herself against him, shaking heavily as she replayed the dream in her mind. "I couldn't save him. Couldn't..."