Of course.

Jim fell into step beside him, glancing periodically at the younger man's face. Did he know it was a dream? Jim decided not to say anything yet, until he knew more about what was going on. He might be wrong, though glancing back, his body still lying there, it seemed reasonable. Oddly, he thought of Bill. Maybe because he now had another context for looking at that face, that body.

He faced forward again.