[Meanwhile, someone else is waking up in a different part of the apartment. For him, it's more familiar than anything else but just as terrifying. One moment he remembers nothing but that night's pasta party at Rossi's and the next he remembers everything else, memories flooding in like a tidalwave. At least, he thinks they're memories. Delusions can be so very real sometimes, and seeing as it hasn't been more than a few hours since he said goodnight to the team...
Hands ice cold and trembling with the sickening thought that he's finally succumbed to possibility, Reid makes his way through the apartment, half-blind from an emerging migraine. He moves towards the kitchen, where there's water and clarity and--
Kitty.
Heart hammering against his ribs he lands frozen in the doorway, eyes as wide as they possibly can be. He's not even breathing, afraid that she'll fade away if he does draw a breath.]