Price was quiet in the morning as he woke up. His movements were slower than usual and he seemed to be in a trance as he made a cup of tea.

No words were spoken as he made his tea, made himself some breakfast, and then sat down at the kitchen table. Once he started eating, he suddenly paused and glanced up at you.

"I had a dream of you last night." Price explained.

He then took a bite of his eggs, having no plans on saying anything more. He chewed quietly, his eyes focused on the table.