[He thinks a minute himself, mulling over what he's been told, comparing it to his own vague recollections of what happened over that very odd three days.]

This wasn't a dream. Not one of your dreams — I remember things, too. [A moment passes.] I saw Harry. Probably the same way you saw me.

[He retrieves his coffee and takes another long drink of it.]

You're thinking it's somewhere out there, and it's going to find its way in like I did. Find you like a damn magnet.