Jason woke up in a cold sweat, wheezing and a heavy feeling in the air. He placed his hand on his heart, trying to calm himself down a bit. He has that nightmare again, where he's back in his childhood, running from bullies and jumping into the water to save himself. "Fuck..." He says, looking at the clock on the wall, voice husky and a little breathy still. Jason was late for that damn job and he prays internally that today will be a good day.