Thomas had been asleep and dreaming of comets arcing across the sky like monotone rainbows. He yearned to spend his time staring up at them, but there was something forcing his eyes downwards-
He awoke with a jerk as his phone buzzed beside his head. He flailed around in the dark a little before finding the light and then cursing at the sudden pinpricks of pain it sent charging though his eyes. "Gah, fuck," he growled, fumbling the phone into his hands. Oh god, what if it was Lena calling. She was at work, but what if something terrible had happened?
A quick glance showed that it wasn't Lena, but Little calling him. That did not, however, quell the panic. He pushed the green button quickly and by the time the call connected, he was already climbing out of bed and searching for something to wear. "Little," he said, his voice still heavy from sleep. "What's wrong?"