John hadn't been sleeping well for a long time. Nightmares from the war still bothered him every now and again. Add to that the fact that the constant cold bothered his leg injury and he was tossing and turning when he could actually fall asleep.
Even though it was cold, he woke up in a sweat. It had been a while since he'd had that particular dream. The war had given him a large number of disturbing images. Knowing he wasn't going to get back to sleep he made his way down to the kitchen to make some coffee. He hadn't expected to find anybody there so he was a little surprised to see Izzy.