Arthur bursts into his apartment, sopping wet, wild eyed. "Wylie."
The other point grins. "Arthur. You took your time on that one."
"Wylie, you son of a bitch, you don't send men on a real-life scavenger hunt like that."
"I don't see the problem, Arthur, it's nothing they didn't make you do in the military."
"We were dreaming in the military."
"So you had to dive to the bottom of a pond-"
"after chasing clues all over the damn city."
"-yes, those. So what? What did you learn?"
Arthur glares, but he takes a deep breath. "Don't trust people."
Wylie nods. "And?"
Arthur sighs, rolling his eyes, as if searching the ceiling for clues. "You're not always dreaming."
"Good," Wylie sits back, beaming. "And you found it?"
"Yeah." A USB, sealing in a waterproof bubble. "How did you even find this? I thought they-"
"Pointman, Arthur. You know how it works."
"Always keep tabs on your colleagues."
"Exactly." Wylie's smile dies. "Arthur. I've got to disappear again. Take care." He looks up at the other pointman. "Don't let it eat you."
"I'll try, Wy."
"Do better than try."
"If you quote Yoda I swear to god-"
Wylie throws up his palms, the smile tugging at his lips. "Guilty. And next time, take your phone with you."
"You woke me up in the middle of the night."
"Like that's ever a good excuse. Call your friends, they seemed worried when I talk to them."
Arthur blanches. "You-"
"Of course."
"Did you tell them I was dead again?" Arthur scrambles to find his phone. "Dammit, Wylie."
But the other man is at the door, and he smiling that sad smile that he gets every time he leaves. "There was another lesson, Arthur. But you'll find that one out for yourself. Later. Goodbye."
Arthur doesn't notice, because he's dialing through his voicemail, hoping those death threats don't come through later.