The river is pulling him towards the massive oncoming ship. Standing on the deck, unaffected by the cold, blustery wind that is sweeping across it, is the tug's captain. He is wearing the sort of white cap with a blue brim that naval officers wear and grinning from ear to ear.* Next to the captain, the hound of hell is barking with all three of its heads. Derek will not remember this dream, but that doesn't mean he didn't have it.

That night, Derek dreams. He is swimming in the river, towards the New Jersey bank on the opposite side. It is night, and the lights of the city are reflected on the surface of the water. When he is halfway across, he hears large dogs barking madly. He notices that there is suddenly a huge tugboat looming over him, motoring upstream. He cannot swim fast enough.