Frank was vaguely aware that he was dreaming when the dreams came on. He could see a vivid picture of death and destruction, and as much as he wanted to look away, he couldn't. He could clearly see the people he loved most destroyed, torn apart, but at the same time, he didn't feel the love that he had for them. He could feel the grief, and loss, but it wasn't like it was his own. It was like someone else's little girl's face had been blown to bits, someone else's wife was lying there missing the back of her skull.

Then, in his dreams, there was Matt. Stupid blind Matt stood there looking at him through dark glasses. It felt like Matt was staring right through him, judging him for something that Frank couldn't remember. Then, a memory disguised itself as a dream.

"We shouldn't be associating," said Matt, pressing his cane against the concrete between them and leaning on it for support. "Frank, you know that I don't approve of what you do. You know that if I could, I'd be the first to send you back to prison..."

"You're lying again, Matthew Murdock," Frank heard himself say, laughing bitterly. "You don't approve of my work, but you wouldn't dare cross me. You know that I'm the best ally you got in this. You know that you want me on your side, not against you."

Matt said nothing and Frank woke up, inhaling sharply.

Karen was there with him. She looked over at him with a tired expression on her face.

"Hi Frank," she said, forcing a smile. "Did you sleep okay?"

Frank looked up at her, and then forced himself to sit up. He groaned as his muscles protested the sudden movement. He rubbed the back of his head.

"I had a dream," he told her. "At first it was just all of that horrible stuff. What happened to me and my family..."

"I'm sorry," Karen whispered. "I'm sorry we didn't tell you, Frank. That may have been a bad move, but we didn't want to overwhelm you."

"I get it," he said irritably. "So, I'd love it if you told me why pretty boy wants me in prison?"

"What do you mean Frank?" Karen asked. He could sense her incredible tension.

"I dreamed about him," Frank said, not beating around the bush at all. "He was standing there, and he told me that I deserved prison. Now, I'd really like to know what I did to deserve that. I want to know, now."

The girl looked like she was going to be sick or something. Frank almost felt guilty.

"Frank, I'm still really concerned about what learning too much will do to you."

He gave up and stood up then.

"Bullshit," he said plainly. "I think that seeing my family like that kind of tips it over the edge. What did I do to deserve prison?"

"I can't, Frank..." Karen whispered, and to his surprise, he caught several tears rolling down her cheek. She didn't seem like the girl who cried easily, but she was definitely hurting. "Believe me, if I could tell you, I would. I just can't do this..."

Frank stared her down for a minute and then realized that she wasn't going to tell him. He didn't know her well, but he could tell that she was incredibly strong willed. She wasn't going to back down just cause he said so.

"I'm leaving," he said. "I'm going for a walk. I'll talk to you later."

"But..."

"I gotta go."