Fred (con't): You were in the house... calling my name... but I couldn't find you.

Fred: Then there you were...lying in bed...but it wasn't you... It looked like you...but it wasn't.

...but it's not Renee's face. It's a face Fred has never seen before.

Fred quickly turns and switches on his bedside lamp...

...and looks quickly back at Renee, whose face is now her own.

Renee: Fred, are you all right?