"Fuck!" Releasing his hold on Theo, Blaise jumped to his feet and began pacing the floor where they'd made love not even ten minutes ago, his mind racing. He'd been dead. Dead and gone. There'd been a funeral and falling out between Theo and Hermione and now none of that happened. Theo remembered all of it, but to Blaise, it was broken fragments of dreams that continued to torment him. Whirling around to stare down at Theo's prone form kneeling on the floor, he hissed, "What were you thinking!?"