He almost tells her then. He almost tells her how the dreams he has culminated in one panicked moment on a rooftop where he couldn't convince himself there hadn't been an outbreak, that people weren't pushing their way through the streets to evade something undead and ravenous.

It had taken him an hour to calm down enough to climb back down to the sidewalk.

He almost tells her. But he doesn't, because maybe this isn't the time, and maybe he doesn't know what to do about it yet.

"I'll pass," he says. "But if it doesn't, you know where I am."