He hadn't expected to hear that voice, that accent. He's almost teetering on the edge of thinking it's some kind of hallucination when he turns around and -- no, it's not a dream.

It's Chuck.

Filled out and older and looking all grown up and beautiful, but it's still Chuck.

Still his childhood friend.

"Chuck."

A statement, not a question. Does Chuck remember him, or has tragedy burrowed to deeply underneath Raleigh's skin, leaving him unrecognizable?