I was either Lee Adama from BSG or Jack from LOST just before I woke up, and Cara Thrace was laying on a makeshift island bed clutching some sort of computer hard drive. She was asleep and clearly sick. She had a thermometer in her mouth and was also foaming from the mouth. My concern for her was overwhelming. When she woke up for a brief few seconds, her eyes went wide with fear and she asked where she was as if asking a captor. I went over to her and laid a hand tenderly on her arm and responded, "You're on an island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean."
She chuckled a bit, with a hint of a cough caused by fluid in the lungs, and responded, "How did I know that already?"
My alarm went off.