He is standing in the darkness of some random kitchen in some random house he stumbled into. It was the dead of night and his right arm was limp at his side, shot by an enemy. He was looking for something to patch it up. He didn’t know how he would do it but he would try his best. He is silent and watchful as he rummaged through this random person’s cabinets which he had stumbled into your home.

You were awake...