Penn woke to the alarm on his phone beeping constantly. He groaned as he turned over, cramped from huddling inside the bathtub overnight. He sat up, rubbing his eyes and rolling his neck, and picked up his phone to silence the alarm.
Pulling himself out of the tub, the Guide began his uneventful day. He checked the balcony door and front door, confirming both were still locked. Once satisfied that nothing was out of place, he continued making breakfast and getting in his at-home stretch and workout routine for his basic rehabilitation.
Yet, no matter how much he went through the motions, he couldn't shake the unsettled feeling lingering in his chest of Nathan.
It wasn't just last night's dream—though the remnants of it clung to him like a fog. He couldn't remember the details, only the sensation of being watched, of hands gripping his wrists too tightly, of something whispering in his ear in a voice too much like Nathan's.
Penn shook his head. It was stress. That was all.
