Awake at night once again, Gaz’s head in his hands as he sat on the side of the bed, his breath hitching as he tried to calm himself down to no avail.

He had had the same problem every night, almost falling asleep before the feeling of falling out of the helicopter struck him awake like a truck.

The door got pushed open, the faint glow of the hallway illuminating Gaz’s teary eyes, meeting yours.