[ There have been better mornings. Then again, there've been worse mornings too and knowing that they're not all about to drown at the bottom of the ocean neatly places this morning in the "not as bad as it could be" column. The sluggish drowsiness isn't stellar and for a heartstopping moment he wonders if he's been drugged, but quickly discards the thought for another much more sobering realization.
He's felt like this before. It's been two months, but the familiarity hasn't lessened.
In an attempt to shake it off and figure out what the hell is going on, Reid forces himself to get up and pick up his rations and weigh the pros and cons of public showers versus a particularly persistent need for good personal hygiene. Most of all he'll be looking for friends and family. That is the only thing that's really important. ]