Vaughn pulls back and it's SLOANE. EW! And EW! And Uncle Inappropriate Touching has come back to haunt us! EW! Syd pulls back, gasping. Sloane speaks to her and says that she's dreaming. It's Cronenberg's voice that we hear. Back in the Dream Dugout, Cronenberg's speaking to Sydney over the microphone: "If you can hear me, then you're in a dream state. You need to use it to get back to where you were." We see Syd's body twitching on the table. Then we switch back to the ambulance, and now Sloane's speaking, still with Cronenberg's voice: "To get to the last memory that you have." Syd looks at Sloane. "Now, remember," Sloane says, "you said it was...in your apartment. That you were knocked out." We return to Cronenberg and the crew, Vaughn watching the monitors with his jaw twitching. "You must...try to go back to that place," says Cronenberg. "You must try to find that place." Jack grits his teeth at the monitors. "Sydney?" says Sloane, back in the dream world. "You are in control of your environment. Go NOW!" And Sloane slams Syd out of the ambulance.
And she's slammed into the wall of her bedroom by Francinator. We repeat the last few moments of the Best Girlfight Ever, wherein Syd's slumped on the ground and Francinator and Syd both reach for the gun at the very same moment. Syd smacks Francinator in the neck, Francinator backs up, and Syd shoots the shit outta her. Although, as we know now, not nearly enough to KILL her. Syd passes out and a clock, somewhere, starts ticking. The camera pans up from the snoozing Syd to a fully awake and aware Syd, looking down upon herself. Dream Syd kneels down and looks at Memory Syd, crumpled and bloody against the wall. Suddenly, the light goes red, and there's the sound of bubbling and brewing coming through the speakers of my television.
Dream Dugout. Cronenberg, observing his monitors, tells Jack and Vaughn that Syd's out of REM, and that she exists now in actual memory. Vaughn's all, dude? She was knocked unconscious after the fight; how could she remember anything after that? Cronenberg's all, dude? I don't have time for your namby-pamby questions. Let Spy Daddy answer that for you. Jack's all, okay, so, even though her eyes were closed, her other senses were picking up shit, right? Cronenberg's all, yeah. Right. Have you done this before? "And based on those senses," says Cronenberg, "her brain will construct an accurate, but incomplete, memory of the events that followed. Uh...the barbecue chips?" Jack just looks at him like, um, what are you ON? "Please, could you pass me those?" Jack hurriedly passes Cronenberg the chips as if they'll secure Syd's safety. Cronenberg just opens up the bag and munches away.