[Three a.m. finds him, miraculously, asleep. The pacing doesn't rouse him but the chair being kicked over is enough to pierce his sleep, to cause him to stir, and then the rest of the noises have him bolt upright in bed and momentarily confused in tje lingering grogginess of his sudden awakening. When it clicks that no, the sounds weren't from a dream, and that what sounds like some kind of hurricane is coming from the room Dam is in, well, that gets him moving.
He stumbles out of bed and down the hallway, just in time for the shattering of glass to grow louder as he approaches and wastes no time in pounding on the door.]