Light made manifest. Pouring in from the office's blinds, the cadence of noon's outside seeks and mixes sprinkling golden earl grey tea out of the teacup, smearing the etched throat-sick flavor into the coat's sleeves. Overwork over the desk; drool out the lip's edge -- the threat to the files. The nap was good.

Yet, once you come to be, footsteps -- thudding on boots -- pull a flinch onto your back. Cold-gloved touch on your nape and a... Doctor?