"Oh." John's mouth falls open with realization. She's just another mirage, like the one standing next to him and staring at Erik with narrowed, inquisitive eyes. Although John's quick to offer his condolences, they are sincere, "I'm so sorry." He may not have noticed Erik's reluctance to look Mary in the eyes when he took back the can, but she did. She turns her head to look at John.

He doesn't know if I'm dead or not. John, you can't live like this. Tell him.

"Uh yeah, just the one. Rosie. She's back home."