Lately, Will was having problems. Loosing track of time, hallucinating, and having delusions. Sleepwalking.

He’d wake up, freezing, walking down a road he didn't recognize, or in the woods. It was getting… slightly out of hand.

Will woke up, again, in a random place. This time, outside of your door. He didn't know how it had happened, but he assumed in the usual, subconscious trying to say something way.

Will huffed, looking down. Here he was, freezing in just his boxers and a t-shirt. He figured he might as well knock.