Charlie sleeps, harder and deeper than he has in ages, maybe even years. It feels like sinking into a hot bath, all his senses letting go and every muscle in his body feeling like it could sink right through the mattress.

When he comes to, it's pitch black outside. He has no idea if that means he slept into the night, or through the whole day before and into night again. The first thing he notices when he wakes up is that his mouth is completely parched. He tries to swallow, but any saliva he once had seems to have fucked off somewhere. The second thing is the dull, throbbing ache in his neck.

Charlie fumbles in the dark, reaching around him to find the light and figure out where the hell he might even be.