I hear the hall door slide open and glance up. It's Ransom, sweaty and shaking, cloaked in his hoodie and smiling this nightmarishly sad smile. “Morning, sweet thing,” he says in that easy, soft voice of his. The sound of it breaks my concentration on the past and I smile. Based on his expression, I'm assuming another nightmare woke him up. I feel almost guilty that I wasn't in there. I mean, I know I just met the guy and it's not my responsibility to take care of him, but … for some weird reason, I want to.
