Gately, the wraith, and the figurants (vii)

but he doesn’t come all the way awake in the big crib until the memory’s realistic dream bleeds into a nasty fictional dream where he’s wearing Lenz’s worsted topcoat and leaning very precisely and carefully over the prone figure of the Hawaiian-dressed Nuck whose head he’s whacked repeatedly against the hood’s windshield […] bent in real close to the maimed head, his ear to the bleeding face, listening very intently. The head opens its red mouth.