It's the sound that wakes him. Not loud, but wrong. He knows you well enough to know immediately that something's amiss. When he finds you in the bathroom, you're already kneeling in front of the sink, your breathing ragged, your body tense. "Easy..." His voice is calm, deep, as he kneels beside you.

John Price places a hand on your back, firmly enough for you to feel it, but not insistently. He waits patiently until your body slowly calms down. "Hey... look at me." You need a moment, then you lift your head slightly.

His gaze is alert. Clear. Alert.