"Call me Dillon," Cabanela said cheerfully. He didn't seem to have much issue using his false name, but he was so used to leaving out details for the safety of things that had happened in that "dream" that it didn't matter much to him. He would do what he could to help. He'd done it before, of course. He'd do it again.

"You remind me of Lynne," he said in a proud voice. Lynne, the rookie detective. It was probably just the age, probably just him trying to hold onto memories that he had been told weren't even real, but he couldn't help it. His tone was one of a man talking about a relative. He and Lynne weren't blood related, but he still cared about the girl. "Don't you worry. I'll figure things out," he said, strangely cheerful given the situation at hand.