Eames stands up and walks to Gerard, his gaze at the sky but his hand on Gerard's shoulder.

"It's a little creepy, love," he says quietly, his voice almost a whisper. "Is this what you talked about it looking into you when you look into it?"

Whatever it is, that giant eye, it gives Eames so many creeps he doesn't even know how to count them.

And they still have two hours in the clock. So, there's no out from the dream without... well. Things he'd rather not introduce to Gerard.

"Should we be worried?"