Dreaming, Barney decided. He was dreaming. He watched the doctor pulling out Allie's file, starting to feel a bit strangled and more than a little lost in the mental haze that still hadn't dispersed. Someone paid for... but who? Who could have even known there was anything to pay for? Well, any of the men from yesterday, Barney realised with a little jolt. Stupid question. Better one - who had so much money that they could just... give so much of it away? Impulsively spend it on little more than a stranger?

Well, he recognised 'Davies.' That was the name Rafe - Raphael - Rafe used when he was pretending to be a medical professional. 'Adonai' rang a faint bell, but Barney had no idea where he'd heard it before, or what it meant. Maybe it only rang a bell because it sounded so exotic, like so much else over the last few days.

But he recognised the teddy-bear.

Dear God, did he recognise the teddy-bear.

The haze all snapped to a remarkably clear point somewhere at the base of Barney's skull, something snapped, and all he could do was throw back his head and laugh. Unceasingly, genuinely, in a way he hadn't for years.

He wasn't sure when he finally stopped; eventually Barney just became aware of how he must look, sitting here and laughing at a piece of paperwork that paid for every single procedure Allie would ever need from here on out, and it was only then that Barney made a conscious effort to stop. "Yes," he confirmed, after drawing in a deep breath. "Yes, I recognise the name. Thank you."

He didn't know who that last bit was directed toward. He decided on the doctor, and threw in the same sentiment a second time, just in case. "Thank you."

His chest hurt. He wasn't quite sure why, except that maybe he was so used to it being heavy with worry that the sudden sensation of the opposite was jarring and painful. "The operation - will it actually fix her? Is her heart going to be okay?"

If it works, he wanted to ask, but couldn't quite, can she come home again?