And so it is that Jack passes from the terror of dreaming, to the terror of oh god no is he going to have to talk about it again is that what's going on oh god no that was awful he won't do it you'll never take him alive

"I guess."

His voice croaks. His mouth feels like it's full of cotton, his eyeballs are itching and he has a headache.

Also he didn't mean to even go to sleep, so that's a bit embarrassing. Does this mean they were dozing unprotected all night? Without anybody watching for splicers? Christ. He tries not to think about it.

...Actually, speaking of 'all night':

"How long was I sleeping?"

He starts to pick himself up off the floor, ignoring tired muscles that would really like to keep lying down, and sore ones that are yelling at him for not finding softer floor tiles.