He could feel the warmth of Gabriel's skin seeping through his pant leg where his hand rested. It's the only warmth he really felt. Even with the vents pointed at him and spilling hot air into the car. Why did it feel like Gabriel was the only thing that was real? Dal wasn't even sure he was. It felt like this was all some fevered dream his brain created in those lost few seconds when the oxygen became just too little. Wasn't he really back in that room drowning? Wasn't that why he was still shivering?

"... I gotta work..." he murmured in a distant tone.