Living on the streets means sleeping in is more than just acceptable and while some of the guys bring him home with them and let him sleep there, that's a somewhat rare occurrence. In short, he's not used to rising early in the morning.

Disoriented -- and with a headache he quickly notices as he's shooting up and away from the hand -- he looks left and right. Trying to make sense of his whereabouts.

As soon as he remembers, he wishes he wouldn't. A dark, cool heaviness plummets into his stomach and he reaches for the collar. Yes, it's still there. And he remembers the way he behaved just a few hours ago, too. Cringing, he glances at Jade.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm awake. Thanks for the heart attack."