Jamie moved out of Ryan's personal space the second his eyes flew open. He noticed the damp patches on the sheets and the dark circles under the other man's eyes. Disoriented and confused he seemed to have had a nightmare.
They? Who were 'they' and where did Ryan think he was?
"Ryan, Ryan. Calm. Down. There's nobody here. We're at your apartment," he responded, keeping his voice calm and even and grasped his friend by the shoulders to get his attention. "It's Friday, January 15th, 2010, and we're in the United States." A small frown marred National Security's forehead as he tried to make eye contact.