Raylan jump started a little, turning with the motion, hands wringing thumb into palm that he forced down with a passing grip of a fist. He could have lied. He should have lied. He didn't have the capacity to lie to Malcolm, not about this, not about the shit bouncing around in his head, not about Mathis.

"My dream. Did I tell you about it?" He couldn't remember anymore, the lack of sleep had blurred the days together hard. Hard enough that the scant hour he managed earlier still seemed like forever ago.